Naked Time!

Nothing dirty here, just a rumination of nakedness in the hospital.

You know it’s not going to be a good night when the first thing you do is forcibly re-direct a naked man out of the hallway and back to his bed.  Even though he was suffering from a nasty case of Versed-itis© (odd, sometimes insane behavior in normally sane and calm people as an adverse reaction to Versed), he was jumping out of bed post-angio and running into the halls naked, as we were trying to keep him safe.  It’s always fun when the doc is yelling for some help as she is being chased by the naked dude in his nude adventures.

It gets better when the IV nurses comes out of a room and says, “Yeah, thanks.  I just saw your patient’s penis.  Oh, and he tried to come on to me.”  That’s a surefire way to ensure no one bothers you the rest of the night.

Perhaps the best is when the naked chick is running around the unit doing laps, with a nurse or two chasing her with a gown and sheets.  It’s pretty damn hilarious.

What is it about the hospital that promotes nakedness?  Could it be the drugs?  Could it be the lowered inhibitions due to neurological decline?  Could it just be that they don’t care?

Lucky for me it’s been all three.  There was the psych patient in with syncope that the residents stopped all the anti-psychotics on thinking they were contributing to the syncope (turns out it was the the pauses he was having) but he ended up naked every night, roommate be damned.  There have been several cases of drug-induced nakedness, like angio boy.  And the neuro decline brings to mind the Huntington’s patient who slept naked and would jump out of bed to run to the bathroom, except sometimes he got lost heading there and ended up in the hallway.

99% of it has always been guys though.  It’s like we’re so enamored of our own bits that we need to show it off to the entire world, whether they want to see it or not.   If it’s in the rooms, I could care less.  Like the dementia patient who’s wife told us they had slept naked for years, it was comforting to him and once we got the clothes off, he slept like a baby.  It’s been pretty rare to have a female streaker.  I guess the societal mores are too deeply embedded in them (they just tell you about their need for a new vibrating friend…).  But when the lights go down at the hospital, too often the clothes come off.  And not in a Grey’s Anatomy-way.  Some will argue that this is just part of nursing.  It is.  A damn funny one!

I know however, that when I’m of the age and in the hospital, I’ll be the one running naked down the hall, freaking everyone out!