Something ridiculous

Holly reminded me today of something that I must put in this blog:

A few weeks ago there was a patient in 8208. He truly was the definition of "scrapper". He was an old man with an amputated leg, a sense of humor and he didn't really care what you thought of him. He was Spanish Speaking, but as usual the communication gap wasn't as broad as one would think. Anyways, one day I was outside of his room when one of the nurses, Alfredo, walked by following his lunch break. I thought to myself "Man, Alfredo smells like he's been smoking cigarettes. I didn't know he smoked."

I moved towards pod 8100 and noticed the smell was incredibly strong from 8208. I was in to see this gentleman sitting in his bed, cross-legged (as much as he could be with the stump) smoking a cigarette. Thankfully, he wasn't on oxygen. I immediately rush to him and say something to the effect of "Señor! No Esta Bien!! No Esta Bien Aqui!" I almost went off in German since I actually know how to say "no smoking" auf Deutsch. As I go to pull the cigarette out of his hand, he calmly puts up with other hand as if to stop me. He takes a good, long drag and then hands me the cigarette completely content.

As I say, the man's a scrapper. He grew on me during his few days at St. Francis. Other than that he pulled out his IV, which I replaced. He pulled out the replacement. I scolded him for that too and secured the second one I started a lot better.

Good Times sans potentially combustible moments.