A man’s voice, loud and gruff, was coming from room 254. I was taking a shortcut through the telemetry unit after another busy day in the critical care unit. These weren’t my patients, so I kept going.
“Yo, blondie.”
I stopped and looked around. No other nurses were in sight, so I went to the doorway of room 254 and glanced in. A large man with a big, friendly face was sitting up in the bed. He spoke before I had a chance to open my mouth. “Do you remember me？ You were my nurse on the fourth floor.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I work in the critical1 care unit. You must have me confused with someone else.”