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Good Question

The other day, a patient asked me, "Do you have any pets?" Immediately, I pictured Spike and his cute little mustached face and hilarious personality. I replied, "Yes, a little Cairn Terrier. How about you?"

She told me about her three Italian Greyhounds, and showed me pictures on her phone.

It struck me suddenly that this is a fabulous question to ask people. It's not invasive, it won't make the childless people hurt, and there may be some fascinating stories behind the answers.

Usually, patients and other strangers ask me if I have children. I say, "No, not yet" and leave it at that, quickly getting back into my therapeutic nursing communication mode to get the focus off me and back onto the patient. But I always feel the ache of having to say "No, not yet" over and over again. It just felt so good to be able to say, "Yes!" to the pet question.

Comments

Stef said…
I'd love to see a picture of your dog sometime!

I still pray for you guys every night...
Trisha said…
Cairn Terriers are cute! I didn't know you guys had one - how fun. What is his/her name? I'd love a small adorable dog someday.
Tiffani P said…
I hear you, Jenny. And even though I don't have a pet I would totally rather answer that than questions about kids, boyfriends, and marriage.

Thinking of you often. Love, Tiff
jillyco said…
Your little Spike is so cute! And thanks for the reminder to be considerate. I think I've asked that very question (about kids) without thinking, so thank you for making me think! :)

And I'm glad you posted something new. I was getting all sorts of questions about "the largest vagina" posting on our blog! haha!
Stef said…
Jill - just tell curious people, all they have to do is click on it, read and it will all be explained. :)

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