Cowboy

Mr _____ was the nicest guy. Everyone warned me though.

Day 1
Nurse: How is Mr ____?
Jake: Oh, he is great. Totally nice guy.
Nurse: Really? Cause yesterday he totally freaked out.
Jake: Yah. I heard. Weird. He is with it right now, remembers me, alert and oriented x 3 (person, place, and time). It's funny, he is my easiest patient right now.
Nurse: Huh, O.K.

Day 2
Jake: Hey Mr _____ , I just wanted to say it was great to have you as a patient. I hope you do well, I may or may not be your nurse tomorrow. That is how it is in the Float Pool.
Mr. ____: I appreciate it, Jake. I have been very comfortable. Thanks for your help.
Jake: No problem buddy.

Day 3
Jake: Morning! I'm back, how are you feeling today?
Mr _____: Good, pretty good I guess.

He was on a video monitor. It was really there for seizures, being that we were on a Neurology floor. Maybe they threw him there because of his confusion three days ago. The first two days he laid in the bed. Relaxing. I didn't pay much attention to the monitor.

The third day he sat at the edge of the bed. Fingers working the edge of his gown. I went in to check on him. He didn't say he needed anything, but he couldn't quite be made comfortable.

Day 3 Later
Jake: Whoa, hey buddy. Where are you off to all of a sudden? We need you to hit that call light when you get up.
Mr _____: Outta my sonny! I need to go upstairs and get my shaver.
Jake: Ummm, We are on the 8th floor of the hospital. There is nothing up there. This is your room. Anything you need is in the bathroom.

The old man rose with his walker, taking three little wavery side steps to avoid falling. I stuck my arm out and grabbed his shoulder.

Mr _____: Get away from me! I don't know who you think you are. I am going to go get my six shooter and put air through you!
Mr _____: Stop smiling!