The Professor
I'm in a bit of a chatty mood, so y'all get two posts today. Woo! This ones gonna be shorter than the last, though.
The Professor is one of my new patients. He's not exactly new at the facility, but he is new on my bath list. He has been in the hospital for a while, but now he's back, and I get to give him his baths. The Professor is actually a very sad story.
This man has more degrees than most doctors. He has one wall of his apartment filled with nicely framed, neat, even, awards and diplomas. He has three bachelors degrees (Engineering, Geology, and Math), one Masters degree and one PhD (both in Engineering), numerous awards such as "prestigious University President recognizes Mr. Professor for his work...blah blah blah", "Alpha Beta Sigma, Order of the Wombat". You know what I'm talking about.
Now days, The Professor can barely talk, looks at you with that vacant, lights-are-on-but-no-ones-home stare, rarely knows what's going on, and has multiple physical problems due to diabetes. I asked him one time what kind of work he used to do, before he was retired. He replied in a hoarse shout-whisper "I had a desk." that's all he could remember, and he got frustrated when I asked him for more details.
He is a brilliant academic mind, lost to old age. Unaware of where he is, what he's doing. He also pees his pants.
The Professor is one of my new patients. He's not exactly new at the facility, but he is new on my bath list. He has been in the hospital for a while, but now he's back, and I get to give him his baths. The Professor is actually a very sad story.
This man has more degrees than most doctors. He has one wall of his apartment filled with nicely framed, neat, even, awards and diplomas. He has three bachelors degrees (Engineering, Geology, and Math), one Masters degree and one PhD (both in Engineering), numerous awards such as "prestigious University President recognizes Mr. Professor for his work...blah blah blah", "Alpha Beta Sigma, Order of the Wombat". You know what I'm talking about.
Now days, The Professor can barely talk, looks at you with that vacant, lights-are-on-but-no-ones-home stare, rarely knows what's going on, and has multiple physical problems due to diabetes. I asked him one time what kind of work he used to do, before he was retired. He replied in a hoarse shout-whisper "I had a desk." that's all he could remember, and he got frustrated when I asked him for more details.
He is a brilliant academic mind, lost to old age. Unaware of where he is, what he's doing. He also pees his pants.
posted by Night Shift Nurse at 3:18 PM
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