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February 04, 2008
Bed stories
I enjoy sleeping and spending time in my bed a great deal. For me it is where I start and finish my day, whatever happens in between. It is a warm place where I can go anytime and I will always be welcomed. A place to reflect on what I have been doing and to contemplate new plans for what is ahead. It is a safe place where peace is present and anger is left behind.
When a friend told me an unfortunate 'bed story' recently however, I could see that beds are not always such great places to be. He,a nurse, went in to have his tonsils removed. For this he was put under general anesthetic. When he awoke feeling groggy as one usually does, he looked up to see a female student nurse standing over him holding a sponge. In general circumstances this would be a pleasing sight. This particular student though had previously worked with him a few months ago and they had not seen eye to eye. Feeling very vulnerable, he asked her if it was possible for someone else to give him a sponge bath (not sure why he needed one anyway?). Looking down however, he realised that he was wearing a different gown and underwear than the ones that he entered surgery in. It then dawned on him that the sponge bath had in fact already been completed.
Where I leave the 'bad' at my door, he left his 'bad' on the hospital bed and promptly left asap.
Posted by Russell at February 4, 2008 09:03 PM