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Another story from my boyfriend, the Sturdy Nurse. (He cut his hair again so he's no longer the Rasta Nurse.)
A man was admitted, and his wife was keeping him company. These appeared to be extremely upper-crust sorts of people. As such, they were appalled at the level of service and amenities to be found at the hospital.
"Don't you have slippers for my husband?" the woman asked my boyfriend indignantly. "What kind of hospital doesn't have slippers? He'll catch cold!"
This might be a valid complaint... were it not the Emergency Room we're talking about here. The ER does not have time to fret about slippers. It's usually too busy trying to get your shoe off your severed foot so it can be reattached to fret about slippers in fact, and it does have socks for patients to wear if they need them.
In short, save your slipper indignation for the possibility that the patient is admitted for a prolonged stay. Bitch at the people on the cardiac floor or the cancer ward, or the pulmonary floor for not having slippers for people who will be there for weeks on end. Don't spew it at the ER personnel when the patient isn't going to be walking the floors because the patient is going to be there for a day at most.
But wait! There's more!
After it was established there were no slippers and none would be forthcoming, the wife settled down to stew about it.
Then she got hungry. She summoned my boyfriend.
She wanted a club sandwich and a soft drink with five ice cubes in the glass.
Five -- any more and the drink gets watery, any less and it's too sugary, she explained.
Boyfriend waited a beat (he has very good comedic timing), then gave very detailed directions to the cafeteria and the drink machine, voice rising over hers when she attempted to interject.
Then he walked away. What else can you do in a situation like that?
A man was admitted, and his wife was keeping him company. These appeared to be extremely upper-crust sorts of people. As such, they were appalled at the level of service and amenities to be found at the hospital.
"Don't you have slippers for my husband?" the woman asked my boyfriend indignantly. "What kind of hospital doesn't have slippers? He'll catch cold!"
This might be a valid complaint... were it not the Emergency Room we're talking about here. The ER does not have time to fret about slippers. It's usually too busy trying to get your shoe off your severed foot so it can be reattached to fret about slippers in fact, and it does have socks for patients to wear if they need them.
In short, save your slipper indignation for the possibility that the patient is admitted for a prolonged stay. Bitch at the people on the cardiac floor or the cancer ward, or the pulmonary floor for not having slippers for people who will be there for weeks on end. Don't spew it at the ER personnel when the patient isn't going to be walking the floors because the patient is going to be there for a day at most.
But wait! There's more!
After it was established there were no slippers and none would be forthcoming, the wife settled down to stew about it.
Then she got hungry. She summoned my boyfriend.
She wanted a club sandwich and a soft drink with five ice cubes in the glass.
Five -- any more and the drink gets watery, any less and it's too sugary, she explained.
Boyfriend waited a beat (he has very good comedic timing), then gave very detailed directions to the cafeteria and the drink machine, voice rising over hers when she attempted to interject.
Then he walked away. What else can you do in a situation like that?
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