So, so wrong

Driving through the tree-lined lane on my way home, as I'm admiring the fall colors, I see one of the Hotel patients. (I know Mr. X pretty well because I admitted him on his previous trip.)

At this point, he's nearly a mile from the Hotel, with his wheelchair loaded up with shopping bags. To add to the fun and excitement, there is no sidewalk and no shoulder. If a car comes, he's in trouble.

I call the unit and they must be busy, so no one answers the phone. I get the pleasure of bouncing to the on-call doc. The boss is the doc of the day.

So glad I don't work those evenings anymore...