The Hell I Go Thru

Emergency room purgatory is where we are. Exiled from Rehab until we have a better treatment plan, one that can control Hulk Jason, not just Bruce Banner Jason, we are locked in a small room with barely the wifi signal necessary for me to work. I'm struggling, to care for Jason alone because it is so busy here I have seen the nurse once a shift. This place is heartbreaking to hear the babies cry and see the miserable children. This place is backbreaking as I struggle to change Jason's urine soaked sheets and clothes by myself talk him out of not getting off the bed or going back to sleep. I have a "waiting room" chair. The kind that is uncomfortable and should not be sat in for more than 15 minutes, yet we have almost reached the 14 hr mark. Jason has been sleeping, deep, much needed sleep. In comes security, he is the doppelgänger for Carl Winslow in Family Matters. He looks at Jason, asleep, in wrist restraints and wearing the clean T-Shirt and Sweatpants I struggled to get on him , "He needs to be changed into a hospital gown."

I am tired, I apparently answer too nicely, "Listen, he has not gotten his meds and can be very combative, let's just leave him-"

He cuts me off-

"Hospital Protocol is he needs to be in a gown. He has to be changed."

My Sgt Murtaugh moment: I am too tired for this shit.

"Okay, then I want to speak to your supervisor. I am not going to wake up a resting TBI patient because he is not in the latest hospital fashion. I am going to upset him and force him to be sedated because you don't like how he is dressed? He has on a cotton tee and cotton pants, nothing that can injure him or you and in an emergency we can cut the clothes off of him. Rules were made to be broken."

The nurse called the supervisor, apparently my previous reputation has preceded me, Jason was allowed to be Kanye West up in this joint and wear his own fashions. 

I sat back in my chair, my neck catching pains in either side, my extra padding gone so the bones sitting too long bother. I sleep in 20 minute intervals and every time I wake up I pray and ask God to help me. The nurse knocks and opens the glass door letting in all the noise, before I can turn to say something she slides in a recliner and takes my hard ass chair. I could cry, you have no idea how life changing this is.