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.
2 years ago
5 comments:
Hahahahaha!
I TOLD you not to build that assisted living facility on top of that old NOOKyoolur reactor!
On the upside, you probably have x-ray vision by now, so you get to see nekkid old foax whenever you want.
Well, so do I! I just take my clothes off and look down!
Hahahahahahaha!
Oh how I've missed you, Big Bro!!
Just for the record, though, I don't need no stinking xray vision to see nekkid old foax. It happens regularly and without warning. Sigh.
xoxox!
p.s. Yes, that is *the* Joseph. I'm onto his scam now thanks to you.
HOLY SHIT.....look who's back in the comment section! I'll be dammed!
Carrie,
you're going to have to get me the address to where you work, I know most of these places have such a waiting list to get in, this sounds like I would be "happy" living there!
OMG!!!!! I sure did need that laugh!!!!
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