I was invited over here by @G-Dog stating I might enjoy the company here and the subject matter. He recommended I relate my recent experience during a hospital stay for 1 week while receiving a Bone Marrow transplant. As a back story to explain me a little better I am a retired Master Chief Hospital Corpsman and a retired Civilian R.N. I speak medical fluently. I am not a big fan of the so called "Medical Experts" who use medicalese to work their way out of uncomfortable situations. So I like to interpret for those who do not understand the language. As an example "The Prognosis is bleak" he/she is going to die. "I will have to consult with my peers on that" I don't have a clue. And the big one "The results are not in" I am even more clueless than my partner here. I am hated by the physicians, loved by the nurses, confuse the lawyers, and brought goodies by the ancillary staff. This time during Grand Rounds I would ask the difficult hard questions in their language and while they were mulling it over and grumbling, leave and go next door which was pediatrics for a few hands of Hold Em. Those Kidz are really good. A 3rd year medical student caught on to me and he was the only member of the Medical Experts who saw me regularly my last 3 days of my stay. Except the Hospital Administrator did come to see me to beg me to apologize to the medical staff for being an unruly patient 3 times. And I was banned from Pediatrics. So I did as the administrator requested and apologized to the medical staff by presenting the 3rd year medical student with a highly modified Sonic Blue Fender Mustang PJ for at least having a sense of humor and a great bedside manner. Others should try to take the hint.
Well do I qualify for being a Grumpy Old Fart- Stay Outta My Room!-?
Thank you for your time.
Bob E. HMCM/USN/RET