Oh na na, what's my name?

So today I had the pleasure of meeting up with a patient that I knew quite well from my previous job... except for today she registered under a new name. Of course I had the luck of the draw to get assigned to her, so I promptly went into the room and addressed her by her real name. She was not pleased.... she also did not like when I was trying (in vain.. no pun intended!) to draw some blood from her. Since it looked like she was spray tanned w/ track marks, I mean ALL up and down her neck, arms legs, she chastised me for sticking her in her arm, saying "You know I'm an exotic dancer, and if my arm is messed up, I can't put in my teeth!"

After about 2 hours she admitted that she knew me. When I was discharging her (kicking her out... with a box lunch and the obligatory bus token) I was going over her instructions about her diabetes because her blood sugar was high, and she told me "You know that number is good for me!"

Sigh...