I told a patient's father today that he had, and I quote, "Breath like moldy old cheetos." Luckily, he didn't speak much English. His son that I was giving a shot to did and started laughing, so I gave him as many lollipops as I could shove in his hands and shirt pocket to bribe him to keep quiet.
Hopefully today goes by quick? Because after that, a doctor asked me what I thought of some new check-in procedures and I told him that I thought it was, and I also quote, "A big fat pile of crap that needlessly makes poor people jump through hoops of fire just to get some freakin' medical care."
My sense of tact. Where did it go? I don't know what's wrong with me. I'd never say something like that. Especially not to a patient or a patient's family. Or a doctor.