I answered the call bell, “I need some help right away!” yelled the nurse in the room that called.

I ran to the room to find her holding back what had to be the strongest elderly lady I have ever encountered. Even with two of us, we struggled to stop her from plowing out of her hospital room. Her IV pole was (of course) left behind, and the IV that had desperately been put in her foot was millimetres from being pulled out. Not to mention the Foley. I gave her a bear hug to hold her still while her nurse organized her drains and lines to safe positions.

“This room is haunted! HAUNTED! I have to get out!!!” Was this particular ladies complaint. I stopped for a moment to consider the possibility. After all, we had all heard the ghost stories…but those were from the room down the hall.

She pounded at me as I hugged her; she burried her head in my chest, wailing, crying, screaming. “You wouldn’t do this to YOUR children would you?!?!?” She protested.

“You’re OK, everythings fine, you’re safe here.” I tried to convince her, but nothing was working. She kept screaming like a banshee.

All of a sudden, she stopped dead in her tracks and became silent. Her eyes were staring at the RN pin that I proudly display on my scrubs.

“OH, you’re a registered nurse! Don’t do it! Don’t waste your life with this job.” She said calmly, with purpose.

Then her head dived against my chest again in endless wails and sobs. “Please help me! Please help me!”

“You’re safe now, don’t worry, you’re safe…”