Every time she came in, she would talk to me as if I were a child, saying in a patronising tone of voice, "and how are we doing this morning?" Or.... "are we ready for a bath now?" Or... "are we hungry?"
I decided I'd had enough.
One day at breakfast, I took the apple juice off the tray and put it on my bedside stand.
Later I was given a urine sample bottle to fill for testing - so you know where the juice went!
The nurse came in a while later, picked up the urine sample bottle, looked at it and said, “My, my, we seem to be a little cloudy today."
At this, I snatched the bottle out of her hand, popped off the top and gulped it down, saying, "Well, I'll run it through again - maybe I can filter it better the second time!"
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