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This is actually a continuation of Larry's story from my previous post,"The night I was Shelley." I made it a separate post because if I included this part, I wouldn't be able to tag the first one as humorous. Unfortunately, his story ultimately has a sad ending that I struggled with for a little bit. I took care of Larry at least 5 times and grew quite fond of him. He was very kind and patient, very grandfatherly. I've lost all of my grandparents by now, so feeling the grand

Over the last 6 years, I had never had a "funny" rapid response until this one patient several weeks ago. Larry was a COPD (lung disease) patient presenting with acute respiratory failure, and he was definitely one of the kindest patients I've ever had. He was in the hospital for several weeks, so I ended up having him as my patient at least 5 times. He was fully alert and oriented and always remembered me, greeting me with a delighted smile when I'd reappear at his door. He

Okay, you got me. This one is more of a rant based on a couple short stories. For background, the hospital I work at used to accept doctor's notes for calling out sick. So, if I contracted COVID from one of my patients and was so severely ill that I ended up in the ER overnight, the ER doctor could write a note for work explaining why I was not at work. Seems logical, right? I mean, doesn't that just seem like the humane way to treat employees constantly exposed to illness?