The next day I returned to work and who was on my patient load again but Mrs. Miller. I can’t remember if she was still seeing the little boys in bear suits or not, but I’ll tell you what I do remember about that day.
It was time for Mrs. Miller’s bed bath. She was a paraplegic and needed 2 of us to bathe her. My co-worker Janeen and I were half way through with the routine, chatting about something unimportant, when we hear Mrs. Miller exclaim “Gentlemen, DO YOU MIND! I’m getting a bath!”
I caught Janeen’s eye and we gave each other a strange look. Here we go again.
“Mrs. Miller, what is it?” I probed.
“ Don’t you see those men in the room watching me bathe?”
“Mrs. Miller,” I say in my sweetest, non-judgmental voice, “there are no men in here. It’s just you and me and Janeen and we will make sure the gentlemen stay out until you are clothed”
This calmed her down for a bit, but in mid scrub she yells again, “ GENTLEMEN, REALLY!!”
There was no winning. So right then and there I scolded those men and informed them to leave the room immediately.
Hey, there is a time and a place to talk to imaginary people, and I’m certain that was one of those times.