So this morning, around 5:00 a.m., I was on hospital rounds, reviewing a chart on the cardiac floor. I'd been asked to see the gentleman in room 31 (Reverend Jones, of Local Church), for a small stroke he'd had.
Suddenly the monitor tech paged overhead: "Room 31 is in V-tach! Check patient STAT!!!".
About 5 nearby nurses jumped up and ran into the room, throwing the door open, flipping the lights on, racing to the bed.
Reverend Jones was, uh, playing with certain things. Without sheets over him, either.
He explained that he "just wanted to see if my man-parts still work after the stroke".
I decided to just see him this afternoon, after his MRI is done. He's had enough embarrassment for the morning.