Today I changed Mr. Rasta's dressing. (By the way, it sounds like he will soon be heading down to Barbados! Hooray!) Anyway, I bagged up the dirty dressing and took it to the hospital incinerator dumpster as directed by the hospital infection control nurse. Much to my surprise, there was a naked man in the dumpster.
Not only a naked man, but a carambola eating naked man who had painted himself with mud. Sitting there, amidst the bags of hospital waste. Hmm.
Did I mention he was naked, painted in mud, and eating carambola in the hospital dumpster? Oh, I guess I did.
"Say there, friend, that is probably the worst place you could possible choose to sit and eat carambola." I remarked.
"Yes, ma'am." he replied. (Nice manners, this loon)
"You really should get out of there", I insisted, "There is all kinds of stuff in there which can hurt you!" I was a little sharper now.
Even more meekly the waste bin's occupant replied, "Yes, ma'am".
But he didn't move.
So I was forced to hunt down security and get him in trouble. I suspect he will be indoors soon being scrubbed down by some nursing student doing her psychiatric rotation.
livingdominica: life is just full of surprises. And some of them are naked, painted with mud, and eat carambola in a dumpster.
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Poor guy
Yes, it was startling and sad. We live much more with the presence of mental illness here than we do in the US. Not that there is more per capita, it is just not hidden away as successfully as it often is in the states.
Sometimes that is what it takes to spend Christmas in hospital x
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