Put my Pants Back on

It was another quiet night. I had two patients. One, who has serious injuries, was no trouble at all. The other patient with a minor injury, took up all of my time. My guess is that while growing up, he must have had a doting mother who treated him like he was the center of the universe. He was pleasant enough, but so needy. No one should have that many requests and questions. Every time I started backing towards the door he would start with the "Oh, and...", followed by another request. If my shift had lasted one hour longer, he would be dead right now and I would be in jail.

There was an amusing conversation between another patient and his nurse. He yelled, "Put my pants back on." The nurse replied in a normal speaking voice,"You don't have any pants." The patient yelled again, "Put my pants back on." This time the nurse yelled back, You don't have any pants." This time the patient answered, "Oh, okay." The nurse forgot that he was hard of hearing. And now, everyone else on our floor knows that he doesn't have any pants.