Last night, as I was pulling out a patient's IV, a family member turned to me and told me I should consider becoming a doctor. "You have a great way of interacting with people," he told me, "you really seem to care."
Whether the fact that both he and the patient were absolutely stark-raving mad cancels out that statement, I have yet to decide.
Still flush with the warm and fuzzy feeling of a compliment, later in the evening I moved on to an intoxicated patient who told me I "could be really mean sometimes."
Oh well, I guess it was a wash.