Thought of the day/evening:
Never underestimate the power of the elderly.
This eve, around 7pm-ish on the west wing. All is quiet, most rezzies in bed, except for of course, Carl and Vera. They never sleep at night. Sundowners keeps them up and alert no matter the drug that is administered.
They keep night shift company we are told.
Both are wheelchair bound with belt alarms.
Me- sitting at desk finishing up the books.
What's that I hear? Carl's familiar booming, angry voice.
I get up and look down the hall. There is Vera trying to get in Carl's room.
Carl is angry. Vera tries to breeze past him. He blocks her, she clocks him in the face knocking his glasses sideways. He proceeds to run over her toes (which were only in socks at the time).. she screams... and I go running full speed down the hall just in time to block his fist from hitting her full force right in the face.
Incident reports- MORE paper work.. more Ativan..it was my pleasure to hand over my shift to the night nurse.

There, I feel better! lol