Escaping On NO Feet

Lacking a decent work story tonight, I will tell a left-over from last night.

The patient believed that he was being held prisoner by us. Desperate to escape, he climbed out of bed and tried to walk. The problem was that he had no feet. Well, he had a few remnants left, but the heels and toes were gone, making walking a challenge.

A nurse saw him, yelled and everyone came running. We wrestled him back to bed while he screamed for help and fought for his life. Someone ran to get restraints while we held him down. While we were putting the restraints on him, he began growling, snarling and snapping at us with his teeth like a vicious, crazed dog. For an old man, he was strong. He broke the first four restraints put on his wrists.

It was time for a special cocktail in his IV line. Rapidly, he became no trouble at all. The fifth and sixth wrist restraints stayed on as he fell asleep. Except for chewing his IV line in two, he was good the rest of the night. He was also good today. I guess the morhine that caused the problem finally got out of his system.