Hugh

As I write this, I've resorted to referring to any of the residents* as "Mister" and "Miss". I greet them in a manner as if I'm thoroughly excited to see them, as if I've never met them. Most of them don't remember me, although some do, like Rita and Leighanne.

Mr. Hugh is a two-faced old man. There's the Hugh I like, who when I wave to him, his face lights up and he gives me the smile of an elderly man who's never hurt a fly. That's the Mr. Hugh my first impression was easily fooled by. He seems coherent enough like he should belong on the third floor. Compared to most people on the second floor, he's one of the few who walks around, dresses tidy, speaks, and can sit his own ass on the toilet. So why is he on the second floor?

My second day of training answered that question easily when I watched him gain a vice grip on my shift-lady and bend her fingers backward, lurching her back on the bed with a loud scream, making her lose her shit for the first time all day. And when I say 'lose her shit', I don't mean anything by it besides he wiped her game face clean off.

A few moments before that, I watched him give her a few weak punches to the kidneys that only an old man can give and thought nothing of it except, "Shit, I have to deal with this douche at some point."

But Hugh is high up on the incident report list- the list taken whenever someone fucks up. Bleeding, punches, bites, scrapes, bruising, rashing, and other aggression-related happenings that only something like Alzheimer's can bring out of people who are generally well-natured otherwise.

Mr. Hugh, to me is not the biggest dick ever. I think of him as a well-dressed gentleman who used to beat his wife. That's all.

I had to change him one day by myself and, once I finished, thanked him promptly for not punching me in the face. I had to file an incident report after loosening his deathgrip on a resident ladys arm. His other hand balled up into a fist and swung at me, which I ducked and immediately grabbed, giving me enough leverage to lightly toss him on the couch next to her, where he immediately forgot anything that had just happened.

Mr. Hugh is a total jerk, but not the biggest jerk ever. He reminds me of a really old, pissed off version of one of my good friends, so maybe that's why he's not a shit in my book. Also, I haven't had any of my joints broken, been spit on, kicked, punched, or bruised by him like most of the staff yet, so maybe that helps with his image too.

Oh but it will happen. And when it does, I hope I have the decency to not kick his ass, because really- he can't help it. And I would hate to be fired.


*residents are the people who live there. durrr.