Day 4 —Write a story/excerpt to include the line, “Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”
Just in case this isn’t a given this is a story wrapped in pieces of reality.
It had been a long, tiring day. Made worse by the insane weather conditions with gusts of winds slamming into the windows and rattling the panes accompanied by sheets of rain drenching everything they touched. In the middle of summer!! Further contributing to this tiresome day was the influx of people overwhelmed by their mental illness symptoms, their medication side effects and just trying to survive their lives.
When the last half hour arrived I was ready to go into my office. Bar the door with my filing cabinet and hide under my desk or clamber out the window. As I was on the second floor, this might not be the most effective or impressive escape plan. Especially if my ultimate objective was to leave the hospital campus rather than just changing buildings within it!
I heard the crackle of the intercom and braced for incoming.
Registered Nurse to Reception
Said three times it was like the knell of doom. Firstly, it cut out all the social workers. Secondly, I just knew that I was going to be the only nurse available or rather, stupid enough this close to escape, to answer the call. I walked slowly to reception, noting as I did so the number of heads that popped back in and behind abruptly shut office doors. I had an inappropriate thought that I was in a game of whack – a – mole. With my colleagues heads needing the whacking!
In the reception area an older man was whaling. Before sighting the person I had thought it was a women, his cries were so high pitched. Each one went through me like nails run down a chalk blackboard do. I gave up trying to talk to him there and led him to a conference room, alerting security in the oft chance that he proved violent. It was just cautious.
To encapsulate the story that I finally got out of him the man informed me he was a computer. You did read that right HE was a computer. He had the correct software for a journey to the moon but was being declined the rights to travel. He was very angry and nearly spluttering in his haste to explain all his travails to this point.
I have to confess, I was stunned and then my first inappropriate thought hit me and because I was tired I just said it. I calmly responded to him, explaining the problem:
“Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”
Oddly, enough this calmed him, a practical rationale for his being unable to travel space as an onboard computer, soothed his irrational mind. Once calmed we were able to discuss his medication, contact his caregiver and put in place close monitoring until my review in 3 days, if not contacted prior with any problems.
And then, thankfully, the long day was over.