Now often in life this sort of demand may be deserved. You may have made a catastrophic blunder of some sort, you may have bumped uglies with another man's woman, it may be due to your pinching a loaf on your neighbor's garden and the bollocking from any reasonable adult may end like this. However if it's just because you have spent the last 10 minutes helping out another human being as they are currently bed-bound and your assistance was merely for their leisure and not for any health reasons then the desire to throw such a person through the nearest window should pretty much be a legally defensible position should you go through with it.
The purveyor of this act of disrespect and the object of my abject hatred happened to be an elderly lady, recently placed in my ward, admitted due to mechanical falls and a complete bitch. Not only had I helped find her medication, adjusted her bed, found her paper and her glasses, I was subjected to her various opinions on minorities ("Don't let that f***ing black nurse near me again.") and nurses in general, she also noted my worth and standing in her eyes - "worthless piece of shit".
Now being the well-balanced, humanity-loving, Zen master that I am I immediately spent the next two hours formulating a speech to give her at the appropriate time which correctly laid out my opinion for her as well what I would do should she complain about the feelings that I would display for her. In order to do this I spent that time answering any nursing call from that bay in order to ensure I would be fully able to carry this out... not that I'm obsessive or completely unable to drop a petty grudge against a woman who thankfully should be dead within 5 years.
Finally the moment of truth arrived. Getting to her bedside I calmly inquired as to what she needed. A commode she said. Now in this instance I had a choice, if I carried out my plan it would be the night staff that were about to take over who would have to deal with the fall out of me ignoring her request. But to help her out would go against every principle of justice I held and that my plan encompassed. In the end I listened to my guiding spirit, that light inside my heart, my conscience if you will: I was going to let her poop/urinate (I never found out which) herself.
And also tell her what I thought about her ensuring that others in the bay wouldn't hear:
"Hey, you told me to get lost earlier after I took the time to help you out; you've sworn at my colleagues and been a general pain in the arse. Now give me some damn respect because for now I'm going to let you crap yourself, but if you have a heart attack later I won't even bother coming in, OK cranky?'
Then dropping my voice to ensure no one could hear I: ‘and go fuck yourself bitch' followed by a loud and cheery ‘have a nice day,' walking my ass out of there as she tried to return the hatred... kind of hard when you can't get out of bed and I'm walking away though.
Cold and insensitive? Maybe. Did it make me feel good? Yes. Would I do it again? Oh, hells yeah.
However, I'm still waiting to see if she's made a complaint though.
