Some years ago I worked in the Endoscopy department of a hospital. (If you don't know what an Endoscopy is, look it up. It's one of the more... entertaining departments to work in.) Now, as we are NOT evil, sadistic bastards, patients recieve a couple of seditives before undergoing the *ahem* procedure, which makes said procedure easier on both the patient and the doctor. It generally takes them 20-30 minutes to wake up and get back on their feet after getting into the recovery room. At this point we fetch their friend/family member who has been waiting in the waiting room. Said friend/family member is given, read to, and made to sign a nice, clear, concise set of information and instructions for the patient (friend/family member signs it because the patient is still sedated), mostly things like "take it easy today", "no driving", "if you start bleeding call 911", and "NO ALCOHOL". (Being that seditives + alcohol = Very Bad). It always astounded me how much trouble people had with this last one (what, hospital-grade controlled substances aren't enough for you??).
Now, most people understand it when I explain the combined effects of alcohol and seditives to them, and leave it at that. But this guy, noooooooooo.
SP (sucky patient)
Me (you can guess)
Me: Do you have any questions about these instructions, sir?
SP: I can still have a beer with dinner, right?
Me: Sir, the doctor's directions are that you are not to drink ANY alcohol.
SP: But it's just one beer, that can't really hurt me.
Me: It's still alcohol, sir, and you really shouldn't drink any. You're still under the influence of seditives, and alcohol and seditives don't mix well. You could potentially put yourself into a coma by mixing them.
SP: Aw, c'mon, it's just one beer. That's barely anything at all!
Me (getting impatient): It's alcohol. Doctor's orders are, no alcohol. Your beer can wait for tomorrow. Today you need to rest.
SP: I'm going to rest. I'm going to go home and take a nap, and then I'll just have one beer with dinner. That'll be ok, right?
Me: No, not really. Alcohol is bad for you right now.
SP: I'll just have one with dinner, and that's all, ok? That shouldn't hurt me, right?
Me: It could.
SP: But not really, right? I mean, it's just one beer.
Me: *grits teeth and goes to take care of someone else*
Why are you arguing with me?? I mean, I'm not going to follow you home and snatch your beer out of your hand. If you're really dead-set on it, I can't stop you. Do you want me to lie to you so you can blame me if you end up in the ER? Or do you, in your 7-year-old worldview, actually belive that by getting me to countermand the doctor's orders, you can change the shape of reality and sincerely make it OK to drink alcohol with seditives in your system??
Now, most people understand it when I explain the combined effects of alcohol and seditives to them, and leave it at that. But this guy, noooooooooo.
SP (sucky patient)
Me (you can guess)
Me: Do you have any questions about these instructions, sir?
SP: I can still have a beer with dinner, right?
Me: Sir, the doctor's directions are that you are not to drink ANY alcohol.
SP: But it's just one beer, that can't really hurt me.
Me: It's still alcohol, sir, and you really shouldn't drink any. You're still under the influence of seditives, and alcohol and seditives don't mix well. You could potentially put yourself into a coma by mixing them.
SP: Aw, c'mon, it's just one beer. That's barely anything at all!
Me (getting impatient): It's alcohol. Doctor's orders are, no alcohol. Your beer can wait for tomorrow. Today you need to rest.
SP: I'm going to rest. I'm going to go home and take a nap, and then I'll just have one beer with dinner. That'll be ok, right?
Me: No, not really. Alcohol is bad for you right now.
SP: I'll just have one with dinner, and that's all, ok? That shouldn't hurt me, right?
Me: It could.
SP: But not really, right? I mean, it's just one beer.
Me: *grits teeth and goes to take care of someone else*
Why are you arguing with me?? I mean, I'm not going to follow you home and snatch your beer out of your hand. If you're really dead-set on it, I can't stop you. Do you want me to lie to you so you can blame me if you end up in the ER? Or do you, in your 7-year-old worldview, actually belive that by getting me to countermand the doctor's orders, you can change the shape of reality and sincerely make it OK to drink alcohol with seditives in your system??
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