"The English Patient" moment...

So it's been a while..I know and I'm sorry! I just had back to back night shifts and all that so just been sleep - work - sleep - work - sleep - work for me for the past couple of weeks. Don't even know how the weeks passed... Anyhooo

So, the co-worker situation.. Yeah..umm..no..I think we can consider that a no go. Frankly, I'm not into the whole "Cat and mouse, I'm too cool for school, I'm gona ignore u so u'll come running after me, one day I'm all on top of ur shiet and the next day I'm super cold" game.. FUCK THAT!
Bitch, I'm da shiet and if u're blond ass can't recognize then u can go suck a nut and kiss my "Best sex of your life" ass buhbye!! BUH-BYE!

However, there is another situation I would like to tell you about...
So at my ward we have allot of "regulars"...people who have to be there for a long time cuz they need treatment of some sort on a regular basis..
Whe I started working..at end of june.. There was this guy there (let's call him Joe), young, looked like he was around my age..tall..long brown hair..handsome, the type of face you see on classical cologne comercials..he never smiled..was very mute and looked like he was in allot of pain.. Frankly I thought he was one of those cold norwegians..u know what I'm talking about...so I never payed much attention to him. Anyways, so he was never MY patient so I never really got introduced or tended to him...just tried to smile and stuff when I'd see him in the hallways..

I was in his room one day (4 person room) chit chatting to my co-worker...and he was just lying there..so "lifeless"...so I turned to him and just spontanously said "So how you feelin' today Joe??!!" (and u know me and my loud ass voice)..started some small talk and cracked some sarcastic jokes which he slightly grinned at.. After that I would just now and then popp into his room and just say hi and what's up..

Ok so this story is very long and filled with details, so just bare with me I'll try to keep it as short as I can without writing a novel..

One day I'm rushing by his door and I hear someone shout out my name (at this point I haven't even introduced myself to him so oficially he doesn't know my name)..I turn and I see it's him..so I go into his room and he asks me for a glass og milk.. I'm like "What the hell do I look like to you, your damn maid??" (obviously with a tone of humor which he gets..thank god!).. That was basically the turning point.

I notice that he want's to talk to me more and more and he looks out his door whenever I pass by and well....I notice that I always go into his room and sit and talk to him..he intrigues me..one of the nurses makes a comment: "Looks like Joe, really has an eye for you Negar".. This is something that my other Co-worker also notices (and I think getting slightly jealous of and therefore started the whole cold front...get ur ego bruised a little bit did u little one?? Buu-fucking--huu!).

One day while getting my morning report about the patients I'm supposed to have on my watch, the nurses sais that Joe's "mental state" is going down.. He has been in bed for so long, lost ALLOT of weight (20 kgs in 1 month) and just not moving so his muscles are getting weaker, joints hurting and now he is starting to get slightly depressed.. I get concerned.. He isn't on my watch, but I go into his room and suggest to him that me and him take a walk out OUT (even tho he has pain walking and needs this supporting thing to lean on to walk)..I just suggest it and tell him to let me know if he is up for it and leave (me and him aren't close or anything at this point..still kinda of a "patient, nurse relationship").. so like and hour later he calls for me and I go to him and he is like: "Negar...I was thinking...you know if you aren't too bussy...I would like to try to go for that walk.." (He hasn't been out of bed for a week, except for going to the toilet or taking showers). I'm like hell yeah..come on lets go..

I take him out..and I wish you could see his face when he came out and the summer night wind was blowing on his face: "Oh my god...I can't even tell you how long it's been since I've felt the wind..actual wind.." he gets quiet then: "It's so strange to think about the fact that about 1 month ago I was a 90 kilo dude, backpacking through norway, sleeping in the woods, being active..and now look at me..in the hospital, bones sticking out my body and can barely walk."
I don't even know what to say...I just look at him and go "Shit happens" and he actually laughs... and is like "Damn, not much sympathy to get from you huh??" Me: "Stop being such a sissy boy, man up..this shit is only temporary..you'll be back to your old self in no time, I promise you!"

So it's about midnight (its my nightshift) and we are outside talking about everything and nothing...one hour later.. Real conversation.. Interesting conversation...

Next day (tuesday this week), I'm back for my second night shift and the nurse giving the report goes.. "Joe is so much better today, he has had a complete 180 change in his mood. He actually made initiative to go for a walk outside with his dad and stayed out for 1 hour. He just looks much better all in all" (I'm not saying that III was the cause of this mood change...but it made me really happy to hear this). So before I start my work I go to his room to check up on him, and tell him I'll be back once I've done everything so if he is still up we can talk a bit..

I finish all my work, get all my patients to bed and I go to check if he is still up...he is...so I get a cup of coffee and I sit on a chair and we start talking.. He actually talks about stuff..STUFF that is NOT SEX RELATED ( I know right! ) and III don't even feel the need to talk abou sex around him.. I crack jokes at him, and he presents me with dilemmas which I find soooo interesting: "Which one beverage and food would u bring with you if u deserted on an island?" "Never taste food again or never orgasm again?"

We keep talking, he asks me questions...he asks ME questions...like he wants to get to know me..new one for me.. He has gotten a high dose of pain medication and he has a hard time keeping his eyes open, even tho he is still talking and totally there..so I tell him that I should probably go so he can get some sleep.. He opens up his eyes and sais: "No don't to that..stay...I want you to stay". So I stay with him until he falls asleep... (if that didn't make you go aww then you have NO HEART!).

Today:
Crazy day at work..it was constant hustle hustle so I didn't get to go and say hi to him.. I see him being rolled out of his room so I rush over to see whats up.. Now they think he has gotten pneumonia on top of his condition so he is going to X-ray....bummer...last thing he needs.. So while he is gona I thought I'd make a little surprise for him, so I blow up a glove, draw a face on is and tie it to the chair in his room...as a substitute for me when I'm not there LOL

I'm getting off my shift, and he still isn't back so I'm guessing I wont get to see him before I go. A friend of his comes to visit and I tell him he is in X-ray and to just wait.
So 3.30..time to get off work..I quickly brush by his door and I see he is there..but he is sitting with friends and I don't wana disturb so I walk by. But I notice he sees me so I back up and go in and ask him how everything went. He quickly introduces me to his friend and points to the balloon..I kinda get embarassed and go "Yeah..you know..it's like Tom Hank's "Wilson", you know..someone you can talk to those days I'm not there to entertain you"... His friend's smile..
He looks at my bag and goes "You're leaving already????" "Already? I've been here all day Joe..it's almost 4 and I ended work 30 min ago" Chit chat, chit chat.. I say it was nice meeting his friends, for him to take care and that I'll see him in the morning...and I leave..

And now...I kinda feel like driving over to the hospital to drop in on him..

Well that was my little "The English Patient" story (if you've seen the movie)..