So of course after I decide to go dormant, something funny happens at clinical.
Today one of my fellow nursing student friends had a teenage patient that fell off a building. He had a partial lobotomy, and between that and the 40 foot fall, he is left for lack of a better term, mentally retarded. Miraculously, he can walk and talk, just very, very, very slowly. He's such a sweet dude.
Because we are on the neurology floor, it is imperative that we assess our patient's mental status, including their memory. Usually at the beginning of our shift, we tell the patient our name and ask them to remember it cause we will ask them later. My friend asked her patient if he could remember her name, and he says, "A very lovely lady". (now you have to say it in your head very, very slowly for it to be as funny.)
Later she said to her patient, "Let's get cleaned up a little bit. Is that okay with you?" He looks at her and says very seriously, "Will you share a danish with me?"
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