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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.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Attempted Murder And Potty Problems

One of our patients is in the hospital because he was nearly stabbed to death. His story is that he was at a friend's house when a man wearing a ski mask suddenly burst in the door. The friend took off and escaped, so the masked intruder stabbed him instead. Various illegal drugs were in his bloodstream and judging from the type of visitors coming to see him, I'm guessing that the real problem was a drug deal gone bad.

He's under an assumed name because of concerns that someone might try to finish the job while he's in the hospital. We are under instructions to tell anyone who asks, that we have no such patient.

This is just not working. A few of nights ago, a group of young males, all dressed in black T-shirts and sporting a tough demeanor showed up looking for him. The secretary told them that we have no such patient. They were insistent that he was here and demanded to know where we were hiding him. Voices became raised, profanities followed, but the secretary held her ground. Just then, the patient's mother came out of the room and they saw her. They glared at the secretary with killing looks and then headed for the room. Someone inside the room yelled, "Call security."

About fifteen minutes later, security showed up. Not much happened after that. Some people stayed and others left voluntarily. Our secretary was upset about that encounter and complained to the supervisor who was sympathetic, but did nothing.

A couple of hours later, O.R. called us and said that someone looking for our secret patient was on the way up to our floor. What was O.R. thinking when they sent him in our direction?! A few seconds later the elevator door opened and off got a young guy in black. He wanted to know which room our hidden patient was in. The earlier scene was repeated. He yelled, dropped the F bomb and left.

Our secretary was done after that. She called the supervisor again and this time a security guard was assigned to guard us. We now have a guard 24 hours a day. Since they're unarmed, I'm not sure what good they are, but maybe somebody might be intimidated by some minimum wage, not good enough for the police academy, security guard.

I'm not worried about a gang so intent on getting him that they will storm the hospital and take all of us out too. If someone really wants to get him, it would be so much easier to just wait until he goes home.

What is annoying me is that the guards sit right next to the bathroom. I have to turn sideways to get past them to get in the bathroom and they are practically leaning against the door. How am I supposed to go potty with some man just outside the door? I will be so glad when the patient is gone so that I can go to the bathroom again in privacy.


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3 Comments:

At 7/17/2006 06:38:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

That sounds like fun... not. When does he leave? Soon, I hope.

 
At 7/17/2006 08:40:00 PM, Blogger Alan said...

Hopefully, they'll get him out of there soon. Sounds like bad news.

Hey, I just noticed I made the Friends list. Yay!

 
At 7/18/2006 12:34:00 AM, Blogger Melissa said...

I hope that he'll be out soon too, but mainly because I hate him and his mother so much, but that's a whole post in itself. We're all starting to understand why someone would want to stab him.

 

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