Today, I was summoned to the nurse's station in the prison's Infirmary...
I had to undergo a brief medical exam in order to obtain the necessary clearance to begin working in the kitchen.
The exam lasted about five minutes. The nurse asked me if I presently had any kind of skin rash. I didn't. She then looked at my fingernails to make sure they were clean and healthy looking, with no traces of fungus. Fortunately, I was found to be fungus free.
Next, as is required for the safeguarding of everyone at the facility, the nurse asked me if I knew how to wash my hands. I immediately expressed shock that a woman would even dare to ask such a personal question. With a straight face, I told her no. I said to the nurse that I never wash my hands. I explained that whenever my hands feel sticky or look dirty, I would simply rub them back and forth between my arm pits. She looked stunned. Then I told her I was only joking.
Amazingly, the second part of this exam consisted of the nurse giving me instructions on how to properly wash my hands. This time I'm not joking. As per Department of Correctional Services policy and procedure, every inmate who's being assigned to the kitchen must receive an approximately three-minute lecture along with a demonstration on how to properly wash one's hands.
I could tell that the nurse was more embarrassed than I was. But she told me she's required to do this. So, she then took a bar of soap, walked to the little sink that's in her office, and proceeded to demonstrate to me how to use the soap.
I thought the whole thing was funny, and I told her so. She was also laughing. I said that I felt like a three-year-old being taught by his mom. Nevertheless, having passed the medical part of the exam plus having to endure the "how to properly use a bar of soap" demo, I'm now ready to tackle the kitchen work.
D.B.
The exam lasted about five minutes. The nurse asked me if I presently had any kind of skin rash. I didn't. She then looked at my fingernails to make sure they were clean and healthy looking, with no traces of fungus. Fortunately, I was found to be fungus free.
Next, as is required for the safeguarding of everyone at the facility, the nurse asked me if I knew how to wash my hands. I immediately expressed shock that a woman would even dare to ask such a personal question. With a straight face, I told her no. I said to the nurse that I never wash my hands. I explained that whenever my hands feel sticky or look dirty, I would simply rub them back and forth between my arm pits. She looked stunned. Then I told her I was only joking.
Amazingly, the second part of this exam consisted of the nurse giving me instructions on how to properly wash my hands. This time I'm not joking. As per Department of Correctional Services policy and procedure, every inmate who's being assigned to the kitchen must receive an approximately three-minute lecture along with a demonstration on how to properly wash one's hands.
I could tell that the nurse was more embarrassed than I was. But she told me she's required to do this. So, she then took a bar of soap, walked to the little sink that's in her office, and proceeded to demonstrate to me how to use the soap.
I thought the whole thing was funny, and I told her so. She was also laughing. I said that I felt like a three-year-old being taught by his mom. Nevertheless, having passed the medical part of the exam plus having to endure the "how to properly use a bar of soap" demo, I'm now ready to tackle the kitchen work.
D.B.
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