Omg my day at work yesterday! CrAy CrAy!
Short story: Had a patient take a swing at me. He missed only coz myTeam Leader pulled me out of the way
Long story: We have this frequent flyer. He is a drug fucked personality disordered oxygen thief. Full forensic history. Did time for murder, drug dealing, armed robbery. Tortured life no doubt. Affiliated with the underworld of the Melbourne 80’s and 90’s. Google Mark Chopper Read and you got a version of him. Grandiose idealisation thinks he is a Big Man in the game when most likely he was just a little wannabe.
Now he is just a drug fucked ball of hate and bile who literally dribbles on himself when he eats and needs a nappy because he’s incontinent of both faeces and urine. He is supported by NDIS, biggest waste of tax payer money ever. So somehow he gets into his carers car and tries to set it alight. Popo called and now we have him. Everyone is scared of him. I’m not. I’ve been in relationships with the likes of him. And had my face punched in by the likes of him lol.
So yesterday he has the most beautiful nurse. Christian girl. Gentle, sweet, knowledgeable, just lovely. He has parked himself in the doorway of his room and he wants “tablets”. He’s calling her a whore, a slut, a cunt, not calling screaming, and I thought yeah nah. So I went to him, wtf is wrong? Why you yelling? He says sorry. I ask him if he’s hungry, he says yes. So I get him into his room. Sit him down. Ask him if he wants the tv on. He does. I have to go and get the call bell which has been removed from his room to turn it on. Tv on
I go to find him food. Give him a lunch tray. His breathing has calmed, language slowed. Out of no where he picks up his lunch tray (in his defence hossy food is shite lol) throws it at the wall. Huge crash. Screaming every swear word I know and love. AO calls a Code Black. I look at him. And said it’s me not you that has to clean this mess. I start picking up the plates talking about how I’m here to help. My TL now at the door trying to call security, my back is to him (rookie error) and he has the remote like a weapon, holding the cord and he swings, my TL pulls me into her and it just fucking missed the side of my head.
Him screaming profanities.
My anger, I turn, look at him. My voice low. Furious.
Me: (paraphrasing) this is what you do? THIS IS WHAT YOU FUCKING DO? Try and hit a woman with her back turned. A good woman. Who has brought you food. Got your TV working. You try and attack me! You are scaring me. You scare me when you yell. You fucking scare me.
Him: I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you. I love you. Sobbing like a two year old. Tears dripping from his chin. So now I’m holding his hand telling him it okay. Trying to console him lol.
Be a nurse they said. You’ll be respected they said lol. Actually I know I am. I was legit treated like a hero lol.
Worst part. Today will be Take II.
If I survive I’ll be back this arvo for a Sunday Summary.
Pray for me,
