Talking with strangers in the city is always interesting. A man I sat next to on a bus told me he had accompanied his very elderly neighbour, when she had been admitted to hospital the day before. She’s 93 years old, compos mentis, he said She hadn’t seen the inside of a hospital since she resigned as a senior nurse in the 1940’s. (Probably had to leave her post upon marriage). The modern, 2017, hospital environment was, no doubt, a bit of a shock to the lady.
Pointing out a young girl working in the ward wearing a light blue dress the elderly lady observed, with some disdain, that the hospital management had left the housemaid to look after the ward! The man explained the ‘housemaid’ was wearing a staff nurse’s uniform.
“Why is she not wearing her [starched] hat?” … And “Why aren’t doctors wearing their white coats,” and so on.
More explanations were required.
On the other hand, the senior nurse, (equivalent of a ward sister) who arrived at the bedside in her dark blue dress and her I.D. badge pinned to it, no frilly starched hat though, was received without query.