jake vs. the respiratory therapist

So, I didn't mean to run over the respiratory therapist. Not really. He was in the way. And I did TRY to avoid him. But still when I was manuvering the bed I could tell that there was some chance of him being hit. Within the complex spatial analysis of my cortex I figured there was a 30...maybe 20 percent chance of him being hit. Foot run over? No, that was a surprise. Who knew? I thought that the wheels would be further under the bed. A little footboard to the ribs were within limits of acceptable loss. You gamble a little in the hospital. Some times you win, some times you lose. Hey that clinical trial didn't clear your end-stage renal disease, I'm sorry man, we did the best we could. I mean, I apologized after I ran him over.

Was I surprised when he dropped the F-bomb on me later. Sure. No doubt. But it is not like he called ME a fucker. Just called what I DID fucking...I forget...irresponsible? no, inconsiderate, I think that is what it was. So I couldn't really disagree. It was inconsiderate. Fucking inconsiderate? Well I don't know if I can judge as I wasn't the one who had their foot run over.

Would I do it again? I would like to think not. Maybe I would ask him to move. Maybe I would wait longer. That patient didn't NEED that bed. Or well, at least not right then.

I would like to think maybe he learned something to. Maybe next time that NA is coming through with that bed he is going to think, "Yo, I could move my foot like 6 inches."

I think we all grew a lot tonight. People improving. What is our state motto? Forward!