Being Nice

I was only in the hospital for 2-1/2 days with my stroke, mostly waiting for tests to be scheduled. I was totally ambulatory the whole time and did not require much in the way of attention. I talked to the nursing staff at change of shift, during blood draws, etc., but didn’t interact much with anyone other than that. Yet 2 people came up to me to thank me for being so nice.

The first was the man delivering meals. Now I don’t think I did much other than thank him for delivering the tray and taking it away. And even at that, I wasn’t there for several of the meals, so I only saw him a few times. And yet he made a point of thanking me for being “so nice” unlike many other people.

The nurse on the evening shift also thanked me for being so good to work with. Now in her case, I think my “niceness” was just in comparison to the woman next door who, admittedly, sounded like a handful. Still, being called “nice” twice in one day seemed odd.

Then the next day when the home health nurse arrived, I was told the same thing. Again, I have no idea just what behavior of mine they found so remarkable.

It seems a sad commentary on society when merely being polite counts as being nice!

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