My first roommate at the hospital was a news junkie, he was so good at it he managed to watch the news with it up loud even while sleeping. Luckily he was only here my first 2 nights. He never said hello even after I introduced myself. No big deal we didn’t need to be friends. He ignored me, I reciprocated.
He wanted out of here bad and I was bed ridden at the time. On the day of his discharge he was ordering around his wife and son to get all his things thrown into bags so he could sign his discharge papers and leave. Paying zero attention to what wound up where. As he was going over discharge orders, the nurse asked him where the 2 Lovanox syringes were and he said he didn’t know but he was pretty sure it was the guy on the other side of the room (me) that had taken them, now I was getting pretty upset at being called a thief but just laid in my bed and listened. The nurse actually laughed at him and said she was absolutely positive I didn’t steal anything and hadn’t moved from my bed.
Then I had to think about the whole thing and laughed myself.
Who in their right mind would steal LOVANOX? An anti coagulant.
I wouldn’t steal Lovanox or heparin injections with that guys hands, I get injected 3 times a day already and hate that.
He must have thought I was deaf because on his way out he looked at me and said goodbye and best wishes. I just showed him my favorite finger and the nurse and I had a good laugh about it after he was gone.
I guess that’s one good part about spending so much time here, there was zero hesitation from the nurse that I was absolutely not guilty.