A Contract Made in Hell

Stinky de-tox guy was released from his restraints yesterday by day shift. Promptly at the beginning of my shift, a loud thud was heard and guess who was lying on the floor in a pool of urine? He was put back in bed and this time the bed alarm was set. We also came to an understanding. I would give him all of the drugs that I possibly could to calm his nerves and he would stay in bed. He was apologetic and promised to use his call light if he needed anything. It was a contract made in Hell, drugs for good behavior.

Soon he breached our contract by climbing out of bed again. The alarm wailed and running, we made it there just in time to catch him before he fell again. Not wanting to risk another fall, the manipulative SOB was tied up again. At least we tried. I learned a new lesson, don't believe what an addict tells you.