Hand Kisser, Dinner and a Fat Lip

Blogger wasn't working last night, so this entry is a day late.

The elderly gentleman had just arrived, so I went in to introduce myself. He took my hand in both of his and kissed it slowly. The first words out of his mouth were, "I'm a widower." (Huh?) It turns out that he delayed coming to the hospital for an urgent 911 type of problem because he wanted to go to church. "God is more important," he said. Hopefully God gave him the blood thinners he urgently needed while he was in church. Or, maybe not, his speech is still slurred.

I ordered nachos for dinner, but there were no jalapeno peppers on it. What's the point in that? What a boring meal without peppers. Dessert was better. I had Ting Ting. It saddens me to report that my coworker's plantains exploded and burned in the microwave. We had to breathe acrid smoke for a few hours, just what we needed after several fire days.

A patient came back from OR with a fat lip and swollen cheek. He wasn't like that before surgery and the only thing they needed to fix was his leg. The anesthesiologist was questioned about what happened and he said that the patient became combative when the anesthesia wore off. So, did the patient punch himself in the face or did someone do it for him? (I'm being silly. We don't actually slug patients here, we only fantasize about it.)