What goes around comes around

I told a sixty plus year old man yesterday to grow up and swallow his disgusting liquid stool softeners.
To be clear, he started it.
Also, he's a strong older gentleman, who, I am certain, has done Lots of hard things in his life. Like face down prostate cancer. Like live through world war. Like raising kids. And now he can't build up the gumption to swallow 10 millimeters of crappy medicine? Medicine that will bring life to his beat up colon and restore function to his latent flatus? Come on man! Grow a pair!
Oh. Right. You lost them two surgeries back.
I really should learn to be a little more sensitive. But, really.....you can't handle THIS? If that's true my friend, you have much bigger problems than a cranky obsessive nurse.
This is where my mother should chime in and recall what a good pill taker I was in my younger days. Yes, I was that bad. I used to spew Tylenol across the kitchen. Til I was ten. Okay, twelve at least.
Still...at least I always had the decency to point my spew AWAY from anyone else.
Geez.