Everything all right, Nurse?

I am saddened by stories about the lack of care some elderly patients receive. I think back to the time when I was looking after my 92 year old mother. A lovely District Nurse used to come in to bath her etc. When it all got a bit too depressing she would cheer us up with tales of when she was a probationer. She had us both laughing at this story.She said "The first day I was left in charge of the men's geriatric ward was one I shall never forget. We were, as usual, short staffed so Sister said we must lunch one at a time which meant I would be on my own. She told me to take Mr. Williams and give him a bath and then settle everyone down for their after lunch rest. Sounded fine - piece of cake I thought. Mr. Williams and I set off for the bathroom at the end of the ward. Now poor Mr. Williams had a weak stomach and was no sooner in the bath than he was dreadfully sick. So out he had to come and we started all over again. Now this all took a lot longer than I expected.
I put the old chap - all sweet and clean - in his wheelchair andwheeled him back into the ward. I noticed rather a lot of noise as I opened the door. The scene was reminiscent of a Roman amphitheatre with a dash of Dodgem cars from Butlins. One of the porters was a bookie's runner and Terry and Horace were great students of the Turf. From what I could gather there had been some disagreement between them as to how they should divide up their winnings. Horace (in his wheelchair) chased Terry (in his wheelchair) round the ward bumping into him. Terry retaliated by hitting Horace a sharp blow on the shoulder nearly oversetting him. The rest of the ward were cheering them on. Talk about Gladiators! They hadn't had so much excitement since the window cleaner fell off his ladder.
With some difficulty I managed to calm them down and get them into bed. I tidied up the rest of the beds just as Sister appeared in the doorway.
"Everything all right, Nurse?" she asked.
"Yes Sister" I replied."