I'll admit that I haven't been the most productive member of society over the past several days as I've partaken in multiple TV marathons while enjoying my break from school. And while I've become good friends with the remote control, I have yet to feel the need to take it with me when I leave the house.
One patient from a couple weeks ago, however, insisted on the companionship of her clicker as EMS brought her from home to the ER. An older woman with altered mental status, she arrived with the remote clenched firmly in her left hand, where it remained for the duration of her visit. Try as we might to get her to let go, she held on to the damn thing with the jaws of life. Parked in the hallway, she continued to press the channel button while muttering to herself, and brought the remote with her to X-ray and even the bathroom.
I figure it'll only take one or two more days on the couch before I'm in the same state.