or at least a medium blue to a rehab facility. At least not when that is the color of the scrubs worn by all the personnel working there. Never mind that they are all – without exception wearing pants. Never mind that each and everyone has both the facility name and their role embroidered in large white letter on their top. My showing up today in a dark blue Columbia skirt, t-shirt and long sleeve over shirt tied at the waist caused confusion.
Correcting fellow visitors is fine as long as I point them to, or get them to the person who can give directions. But causing confusion in one of the patients at dinner had me feeling completely horrible. The reassurance by the staff member on duty that that special patient wasn’t particularly oriented to time or place with almost absent short term memory didn’t help.
It was something, the clothing color, that I noticed yesterday but didn’t take into consideration when I got dressed this morning. I was just thinking the weather was going to be nicer and I could leave my last pair of leggings for tomorrow’s flight home. Now I know better, but hopefully once my friend is out of there, I won’t ever have to worry about this particular “uniform” again.