In my quest to be time efficient, I often jump to conclusions.
When I smell tobacco smoke on a patient or in their surroundings, I'll often just ask, "so how much do you smoke?"
The patients often seem impressed by my detective skills (and I give myself a pat on the back).
Sometimes, I'm wrong with my assumptions.
While seeing Mr. B. in his apartment (on the 12th floor of a lower income housing tower) recently, I noticed pictures and models of airplanes everywhere, and the Air Force logo on one.
Given my keen sense of observation (and my knowledge that he had been in the military), I asked,"what years were you in the Air Force (I'm quite the sleuth...aren't I?)?"
Much to my surprise he stated, "I wasn't in the Air Force, I was in the Navy."
"Oh," I said, "I just noticed all the airplanes and the Air Force insignia."
"Oh yeah, " said Mr. B., "they're all from another veteran who died in this building a few years ago. He was in the Air Force and his son knew we didn't have any decorations in our apartment, so he gave them to us as a gift."
"Oh...that sure was nice," was all I could add, while envisioning my Sherlock Holmes hat being snatched off my head!