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Misadventurous Melissa

Everyday is an adventure, or misadventure as the case may be. It is the latter that makes for the best stories, inspiring the name of my blog. I'm a nurse and an attorney (and way too silly sometimes). I am retired now. WELCOME to my blog! This is a work of fiction inspired by true events. The patients I refer to are a patchwork quilt of various patient's problems mixed together. If you think you recognize someone, you are wrong. These people do not really exist.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Curve Signaler And Death Wish

Like most parking garages, the one at our hospital winds around in circles. I was stuck behind someone driving at a snail's pace looking for a parking spot. Little old ladies with walkers were passing us. No, not really, but that's how it felt. There was no getting around her.

As my annoyance grew, I noticed that she was using her turn signals for every turn. Why was she doing this? Our options were either to turn or drive into the wall. There were no other options. I wonder if she also uses turn signals on curved roads?

Once I got up to the floor, I got some great news. The day shift secretary could barely contain her joy as she told me the news. K., the patient from Hell, who has been living with us for nearly a year got transferred to ICU. This is the SOB who is abusive, but we can't get rid of him because no other place will put up with him. If it were legal, we would dump him on the sidewalk or over the balcony, whichever was faster and easier. There would be no shortage of nurses willing to volunteer to help. Heck, nurses would even come in on their day off without pay to finish him off. He has driven us half mad.

So, anyway, back to the good news, during the night his blood pressure suddenly dropped and labs showed that he was losing blood from some unknown source. (I wonder if they checked to see if there was a dagger in his back.) He had to go to ICU. *giggle*

As the evening shift arrived, one of the day shift nurses told them that K. died during the night. Everyone's eyes opened wide, mouths dropped open with the corners curled up. It was the look of someone who had just won the lottery. There was some disappointment when they learned that he was only seriously ill, as opposed to dead, but there's still hope. The important thing is that he's gone. And, we're going to be very careful to keep all of our private rooms filled so that we can't get him back.

What does it say about us that we're disappointed that someone is still alive? What does it say about K. that so many otherwise nice people want him dead?


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2 Comments:

At 3/09/2006 10:45:00 AM, Blogger dkgoodman said...

"What does it say about us that we're disappointed that someone is still alive?"
You're human.

"What does it say about K. that so many otherwise nice people want him dead?"
He's not. :)

 
At 3/10/2006 12:26:00 AM, Blogger Melissa said...

Lol. Thanks for that Dave. :)

 

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