My Grandmother's sister had a potassium meltdown. I understand it's really serious stuff, but it happens to her on a regular basis. She perked up after a few days. Her son asked me to sit with her a few hours, and I was happy to oblige.
Her room was private, with it's own minature bathroom. After an hour or so, I have to obey mother nature. So there I am in the bathroom, drying my hands, ready to sit with her again, when my great aunt's voice stops me in my tracks. "How much do you weigh?" She asks "Five hundred pounds."
Then another voice says "None of your damn business, if I weigh six hundred."
I opened the door, and found myself staring into the face of an R.N., the size of Queen Kong. I mean my old auntie didn't miss by much. That woman was a Rock of Gibralter.
So there we stood, the lean mean bounty hunter, and the caught with her pants down, nurse. We were face to face, eyeball to eyeball. I never imagined, a fat woman could move so fast!
Afterward I mulled it over. To bad, there wasn't a bounty on her. If they were paying by the pound, I could take a vacation.
Auntie is much better now. All's well that ends well. Thank God that nurse didn't stumble forward, before she beat her rather hasty retreat.
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Kimberly,Kimberly, This gal wasn't your average big woman.She could have scared the monster, out of Godzilla. I read those nurse blogs.
They complain about obese patients.
Well now, they need to police themselves. I saw three other nurses, within the space of a few hours, who easily tipped the scales at 300+. Fat patients indeed!
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