My crew mate Matt* and I stood in the kitchen waiting for our Duty Officer to deliver the final decree to the patient sat in the living room.
“. . . and that’s what we’ve decided I’m afraid Dorris**. You will be coming to hospital with us!”
THWACK!!!!
“Oooouch!”
We burst into giggles. In protest to her impending forced removal our patient had decided to express her disdain by belting our Duty Officer on his arm with one of her crutches.