In the last week at work I have been hit in the face, yelled at, spit on, kicked in the throat, sworn at, kissed, pushed, covered in every kind of food or drink imaginable, groped, included in a will, mistaken for a fish, cat, dresser, bird, dog, car, carry-on bag, and airplane, had my pants pulled down, stepped on... all by ONE patient.
Oh, and PEED on. Not just a little urine on my shoe. No, I was REALLY peed on. From the knees down, my scrubs and shoes were covered.
Gotta love one-on-ones with a brain injury patient. Gotta love my job.