I pull back the curtain of one of my three infusion rooms and greet my patient. He's going to have an hour-long immunotherapy infusion.
I have all my supplies set up to access his implanted port.
I ask him to show me his port site, so I can visualize and palpate it prior to accessing. And he whips off his shirt. Completely.
He's sitting there in his slightly grubby jeans, smelling like cigarette smoke, just looking at me, as if daring me to question him or comment on his action.
I stare at him thoughtfully for a moment, then I say,
"Oooookay...as long as you keep your pants on!"
He didn't give me a lick of trouble after that, though he didn't put his shirt back on until he was ready to leave, either!