this is what i will never understand about some confused male patients:

how can they not know their name, but know exactly where their female nurse’s breasts are, even when the lights are off?

this is what i will never understand about myself:

how can i see this same thing among confused male patients almost everyday and still get hyped up about how unbelievabe it is.

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for two nights, i ducked and was very successful on the defense. the closest he got his hands into were my hands, and the nastiest he got was when he asked me to sleep with him and made those grossly annoying kissing gestures and sounds.

either i was ready because of the “be careful, he’s a grabber” warning, or it’s just that he didn’t really have anything to grab. either way, it was a good discussion topic among nurses. at least for the past few days that he has been in our unit, we never stopped laughing about it.

i know that sounds odd, because aren’t we supposed to be mad or something?
we do have a twisted sense of humor.

and we also happen to know we cannot do anything about it.
a confused mind that is unaware of everything but sexual preoccupation is still a confused mind.
if it is a game, we lose if we choose to fight.