Sleep Tight

“If he could get in bed with me, I think I could fall asleep.”

I looked at her bright eyes and tried to figure out where all the Fentanyl I’d given her had gone. Per her sonogram, the stones in her ureters were gigantic!

She was so awake she could probably get up and run laps around the floor. And, no disrespect to my elders, she was old enough to get senior discounts. Fentanyl is supposed to circulate faster as you age.

“Uh, well, um, hmm. You are the only patient here in pre-op. And you’ve been waiting for quite some time. Uh, okay. Yeah, just scoot way over. You,” I waved to her ‘fiancée” to get in on the left side of the bed, away from the arm with the IV in it, “you get in from this side.”

Did any of you ever see He Said, She Said ?

There is a scene where Kevin Bacon has a dream that his In-laws are at the foot of the bed giving narrative to the ‘baby making’ efforts of he and his wife. Screen writers did a great job. It’s funny. In real life, watching two people snuggle up, it’s weird.

I pulled the curtain and turned around to see my two coworkers leering at me with squinted eyes.

“It’s approved cuddling. Whatever helps her sleep.”

Five minutes later, he walked past me at the nurses station.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes. She’s asleep. I’m going to go grab some dinner and watch the game on the T.V out front.

It figures.

But my patient is sleeping.

🙂

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