While a crying resident isn't too out of the ordinary around here, a hysterical one is. That's what we had on our hands last night. True hysteria. This is a fairly new resident, who up until last night has been a peach and is always oriented with a sharp mind.
She was sobbing and blubbering. Questions made her cry harder. A compassionate arm around her shoulders made the blubbering worse. Finally, FINALLY, we were able to get down to the nature of the problem.
"I, I, I have u-u-uranium p-p-poisoning!" (imagine Ralphie saying "soap poisoning" here and you'll have a pretty good picture of the dramatics going into this.)
"Uranium poisoning??" we asked incredulously.
"Yes, and it makes me lose my mind!"
"How do you know you have Uranium poisoning?"
"B-b-b-because my p-p-pee is neon yellow," she explained.
"Do you mean a Urinary Tract Infection?"
Yup. That's what she meant alright.
I just love this place.
3 hours ago