Let's Roll

That mean @$%#&*%$# patient is gone. No, he's not dead (darn it), he just moved to another unit. All of that whining, moaning and bitching (on our part) finally paid off. The photo is of his chart. We've been using trash bags to hold the papers. Also pictured is my lovely Russian student.

Except for a couple of days in ICU, we've had him since the middle of October. Enough was enough, it was some else's turn to put up with him and his @#$%& family.

When the patient was told the news, he angrily began chanting, "I won't move." He then called his @#$%& sister, who as usual, immediately called us and began screaming. She was threatening us and making demands as to who she wanted us to call before we moved him. She expected us to call a certain doctor, on his day off, to tell him that we were moving him to a different room. Like sure, that was really going to happen.

I walked into the room with my posse and said, "Let's roll." With that, his brakes were unlocked and we began rolling him out of the room. He was still screaming, "I won't move." I tried not to smile (too much) during the moving process.

From their reaction, you would think that we were moving him to the parking lot, but all we did was move him to an identical room less than 200 feet away. While moving his belongings, I found two grocery store bags filled with cookies and candy. Now I know why we've been having such a hard time regulating his diabetes. His blood sugar levels kept swinging wildly between high and so low we kept finding him unconscious from insulin shock. The goodies must have been brought in by his sister. Sometimes it's hard to tell friend from foe. Because of his poorly controlled diabetes, he lost his sight and his kidneys are next on the list of things to fail.

Now he's someone else's problem. Lacking champagne, we had ice cream to celebrate.