The Other Side of Brian
I'm normally a well-mannered, nice and sweet Southern guy. I go to church every Sunday; I pray several times a day. I do my best to understand where people are coming from and try to empathize with them. But... I've learned that there's another side to me. It only comes out in certain situations, but I know it's always lurking, just beneath my skin. Y'all wouldn't recognize me this week. I've gotten in more than one confrontation with the nursing staff at my Mom's hospital. I don't mean to do it, but it happens. When we buzz the nurse for help and they don't respond for over an hour, I get mad. When this happens, I go to the Head Nurse and complain. It doesn't do any good, and nothing changes, but I feel better for being able to express my feelings. It's gotten to the point that the nurses always ask my Mom if her son will be visiting each day. One of them told Mom that she was written up due to my complaints. Good! I can't say that I dislike this alternate persona; I know that I'm right. I just want people to do their jobs.