Saturday, March 21, 2015
Giving blood and a personal pet peeve.
I gave blood this morning as I do every 8 weeks or so. They keep calling me back so I presume my blood is still useful - good to know. While there, going through the checking in process - iron test, blood pressure, all the usual - I was presented by one of my pet peeves. I know I'm "elderly" gasp - grey hair and all, but I do not like being called "honey". I find it somehow demeaning and condescending. After being called Honey multiple times, throughout the process, I finally snapped. I told the friendly,40-something nurse that I really didn't like being called Honey and asked that she call me Luci instead. I tried to be nice about it of course, and she responded well. She said it was a habit and that she calls everyone Honey. I didn't call her on it but I really wonder if she calls women her own age Honey or only we who are seniorly challenged. Perhaps I have made one more person a little more sensitive, or maybe I just ticked her off. Either way, I feel better.
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