The other day, a nurse asked me to pull the IV on a pleasant-looking older lady. I removed the line, taped the gauze, and went back to work. A minute later, the patient found me at the nurses' station and pointed at the gauze, which had a tiny red spot in the middle. "It's still bleeding," she informs me. No problem, I say, and tape down some new gauze. A few minutes later she comes back and shows me the gauze, this time without any red spots, wanting it changed again. When I ask her why, she tells me "she doesn't like knowing that there's blood underneath." I add a third piece of gauze while the patient's nurse stands nearby trying not to laugh. After the patient leaves, I turn to the nurse and mention that there's plenty of blood underneath the patient's skin.
Fearing an elective skin transplant, we hope she never finds out.