I'm Sorry, I Thought You Were Crazy

While making my rounds to update vitals the other night, I opened a curtain to find a middle-aged woman sitting on the stretcher, waving her arms frantically and speaking very rapidly in a shrill voice.  Glancing around to be sure, I realized that she was talking to herself.  That's not unusual for many of our patients, so I introduced myself and reached towards her arm with the blood pressure cuff.  Looking annoyed, she waved me away, pointed to the tiny Bluetooth headset in her ear and quickly explained that her husband (the real patient) was in the bathroom before returning to the heated conversation.