I was relieving one of my coworkers for lunch the other day. He and I were doing walking rounds down the aisle of curtains where his eight patients were, talking softly about what needed to be done for each person. In a bed two curtains down from where we were, one of our "intractable back pain" frequent flyers was holding court in her usual spot. Her family was seated all around her, taking up all the available chairs, and they were all dining on Chinese fried chicken wings and pork fried rice. We paused so we could listen to what they were talking about.
"I's thirsty," one relative said. "I'm getting some water." The pantry, where water and an ice machine are available to everyone, was no more than three yards from where they were.
Replied the Queen of Back Pain: "Never mind that. Where's that damn nurse? He's spozed to be waitin' on me. Go get him to get you some water."