We've been having some trouble with our sheets lately. We get one size of sheet, but have three sizes of bed. In the past, the sheets fit the largest beds but were a little loose on the other two types. Recently, Manglement decided that knit sheets were better than woven, and so dumped sheets on us that, until they're washed the second or third time, fit every bed beautifully. After the second or third washing, though, you'll hurt yourself trying to get them on to the bed. (I wish I were exaggerating, but one of my coworkers is out with a torn rotator cuff right now. It went when she was trying to change a bed.)
Anyway, Deepa and I were changing a bed under one of our patients, a guy whose stroke had left him both paralyzed on one side and unable to speak easily. Deepa, struggling with the corner of the sheet and unwilling to lift the mattress to force the sheet on to it, exclaimed, "It is so small that we can't get it on!"
Our hemiparetic, expressively-aphasic patient said, clear as a bell:
"That's what *she* said."
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
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Out of the mouths of our babes...
I love him.
That's funny LO
Love it!
It's the things like these that suck you back in to loving your job! :-) Thanks for sharing!
These are the things that make your day the best even when it has been the shittiest!
Totally awesome!
Hahahahaha!! 'Just another strong~~(and actually kind of comforting, too, i.e., in a discreetly salacious sort o' way, you know, Jo!!)~~REassurance about............ What's Really Important To Men - (*and, to be fair, to women, too*!!) - EVEN During The Worst Of Times............ e.g., like medically havin' to be in NCCU!!
However, this particular stroke patient's Worst Of Times............ has been made oh-so-much-better by his *crack* Nurses Jo and Deepa, who genuinely APPRECIATE............ A Good NCCU Line when they hear one, (haha)!! Thanks for sharing this neat story!!
God bless him.
LOL, that's like when my partner was in the hospital, bowel rupture, septic, recently extubated, just regaining functional control of her eyes and mouth to see and speak (she deconditioned badly) - and the first thing out of her mouth when I walked in the room was 'baby, don't wear that low cut blouse while I'm in here - it makes me horny!'.
We hadn't had more than 2-3 word sentences from her in three months. If I knew all it took was tatas, I'd have broke out the v-necks long back from that!
Funny! I'm old school. I like mitered corners. Hrrumpph.
My grandpa had a severe left-brain stroke and never regained a lot of his speech abilities. However, those moments that he said something crystal-clear were always the best! And it did seem to happen more with ornery comments. Perhaps off-color speech is stored in a different area of the brain? Hmmm...
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