DF

So far throughout my entries my patients have seemed harmless or amusing. I spose even for the most part i havent really painted much of a picture with these brief stories.

Fair enough, i havent really got to the juicy bits of my hospital escapades. Let alone come upon entries with great detail.

Regardless there were moments in which the patients themselves were particularly difficult to sympathize with. Most often these moments would occur early in the morning with a relatively detestable patient. Please note that often these people are not sound of mind; whether a reaction to head trauma or medication. However after 10 or so hours with these people; constantly guiding their hands away from their tubes (as they try to pull them out), dealing with their squawking voices (or lack their of, spose grunts might be a more appropriate description), and even being hit (granted its by a weakened bedridden patient), ones patience is tested.

Without a doubt one such patient who was such a test (and an introduction to this type of shift) was the gentlemen known as DF.

Immediately one thing i must note is the fact that the first bullet i have written down is the fact that he loved to kick and punch me. Admittedly this was always from a position in which the patient was lying back (and most most likely tied down, im not kidding) as well as in a weakened state. None the less, its not quite the introduction one would hope to have with a person that one is going to be spending 12 hours with.

Often the fact that he was tied down would seem to be a source of agony. His granddaughter came to visit for a short bit and most of the time was spent listening to him egg us on. It came to the point that he was almost begging us to laugh at him.

Now, I, like most people im sure, have seen close family members in various states of sickness. I have to admit that at this point i felt worse for the granddaughter than for the actual patient. Not only is the poor girl having to deal with her grandfather (who, im assuming has been put on a pedestal, as most grandparents are when in healthy relationships with their grand children) in his sickness, she now has to see the full extent of its effects.

To only endear the reader more with the patient will now provided the only other two bullets i had written.

- He keeps licking his lips like a child molester would at his prey (obviously overdramatic, but to a certain extent truthful). I do recall him regularly licking his lips, in fact it was common for alot patients to have quite a few repetitive habits. For instance my sister and ex at the time had both taken care of a female patient in the psyche ward. Whatever illness she had caused her to a) regularly drink water (when i say water, i mean quarts and quarts of water to the point that if it wasnt regulated, she would drown herself) and b) smear vaseline all over herself (which made for a mess in obvious and non-obvious ways, thats right, ewww). I wont go into detail but it involved poop (dont worry, not alot, regardless nasty) and menstrual fluid (also not alot, but still nasty).

- 'Cold dead eyes that stare at me from the dark. The hospital is creepy enough, reminds me alot of Lady Lazarus'. It also doesnt help that im reading about a serial killer in New Hampshire.'
I like how i snuck Lady Lazarus in there. Makes me sound educated doesnt it? I think i read it once in some uni english class. Christ i was pretentious then. Granted i still am now, but i realize it. Doesnt help that i would have minored in film if i could have. At least i wasnt a philosophy student. Blech.

Just so you know, im not particularly happy with this post. It does need to be printed for sake of consistency as well as it never hurts to practice writing. None the less, its hardly my finest of the lot. Now if you'll excuse me, im going to watch Rambo 4.