on the good/funny aspects of my job, since mostly it sucks lately.
Last night I had a mildly demented lady who was brought in by her home health aide for "acting out" aggressively. She was very sweet to me, other than wanting "to get the heck outta here!" She hid her dementia very well--when the doctor asked her who the President was, she looked at him scornfully and said, "Trash!" When asked for his actual name, she said, "I call him TRASH!" and folded her arms on her chest and looked at the wall.
She had sparkly eyes and what appeared to be a dry sense of humor. I went to check up on her and to tell her that the on-call psychiatrist had arrived and would be coming to talk to her shortly.
"Will she let me go home?" the lady asked. I told her I didn't know. "If she doesn't, I'm going to kick her ass!"
I mentioned that kicking the psychiatrist's ass would probably prevent her from getting home at all. She looked at me with a sweet smile and said, "Well then, I guess I'll just KISS her ass instead!"