Harold is next door. He is a cute, little old man with his gown 1/2 on (or 1/2 off - how ever you want to look at it). I stopped and asked the nurse a question at the nurses' station, and as I walked back in Mom's room, Harold waived his hand and motioned for me to come in his room. Poor thing, all alone, so I went in.
"Can you move my tray? The wheels are locked" he said. Being the kind sole I am, I said "sure." Well, the tray wheels were wedged in under his bed wheels. It was wedged in there good! As I set it free, Harold was thankful and his face lit up.
I walked back in Mom's room happy that I could help poor Harold. As I started telling Mom the story I hear a nurse yell "Hey, how did you get up? Get back in bed!"
Oops! I didn't do a good deed at all... He was planning his get-away and just needed a sucker!
Good luck Harold, I'll stick to room 586 from now on.
The name of the patient was changed to protect me from the nurses who may be reading this.
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