Sometimes my job offers comic relief, and last night was one of those times. Two patients made me laugh so hard, I almost needed the Depends myself! One gentleman in a wheelchair stared at the lady in 355, who was lying in her recliner outside her room.(She can't talk and appears to be asleep all the time.) The man said to me, "Look at that poor lady. She needs to go to a place for old folks. You know, the kind of place for sick old people who have no one to take care of them."
In other terms, Bristol Manor, perhaps????
Then Mr P asked me for thread to sew up his pants. He knows I enjoy sewing and making small repairs on clothing. "But it must be invisible thread," he insisted. "And it has to be black."
Now I know why I work at Bristol!
Robbie wants my special birthday cake today--the one with real whipped cream and strawberries. Of course I'll make it, but I'll probably opt for frozen berries instead of the fresh ones. Guess my son really is a man now cause I didn't see him at all for his birthday yesterday!