Occasionally, though, we get the other kind-the ones who see the foolishness for what it is and are completely and totally over it. They usually sit by silently and pretend to not be aware of the foolishness by throwing themselves into a sudoku book or staring intently at a laptop. Every now and then when the drama is really reaching a crescendo, they'll throw in some half assed words of encouragement. Almost inevitably, they reach a point where they can no longer hide their annoyance, and they find a reason to excuse themselves.
I took care of a lady last week who played out this scenario with her boyfriend almost exactly this way. She was most ridiculous people I've dealt with in some time. I mean, this lady was not a whole lot older than me, and she kept trying to get me to put a catheter in her so she didn't have to move onto a bedpan. She seriously starting pissing herself when I said no. I had to have hold help for her IV. I mean, really. She was cray. I had to go to CT with her and the tech and I had to coach her through lying on the table- homegirl insisted we put a washcloth over her eyes while her abdomen was in the machine because it felt cramped and it was too scary.
So imagine everyone's horror when the doctor decided she needed an MRI of the L spine. This is seriously how it went down:
Doc: So, ma'am, I'm concerned about a couple of things we saw on your CT and I want to do an MRI.
Pt: NOOOOOO!!!! I can't DO THAT! It's too scaarrryy!!!!
Pt's boyfriend: Honey, just let the doctors do what they need to do, you'll be fine.
Doc: Yeah, it'll be okay. We can medicate your for the procedure so you'll be nice and relaxed. We do it all the time for people who are claustrophobic.
Pt's boyfriend:Yeah, babe, see, it'll be-
Pt: Will it knock me out? NO? Then it WON'T WORK. If you can't knock me out, I'm gonna get scared, and then I'm gonna vomit and-
Pt's boyfriend:Babe, seriously, calm-
Pt:and then it'll go in my lungs because I can't sit up, and THEN WHERE WILL WE BE?
Doc: Um, I mean, we don't want you to aspirate. How did you do for the CT?
Pt: Horrible! They had to put a cloth over my eyes, and that was only for five minutes!!
Pt's boyfriend (about to go off in one, two..): Then maybe they can just put a bag over your head for the MRI! JESUS! STOP!
Yeah, I got the hell out of that room STAT. Anndd about five minutes later he came up to the nurses station to leave me his number because he had to um, get ready for work. YUP.