I’m in the physical therapy room and doing knee lifts, two, three, four. My left knee says “nothing to this,” my right knee says “are you kidding?” I hear a bellowing noise ringing through the whole room and I ask my therapist, “what’s that?” He said, “a patient.” I say, “what’s it about?” He said, “he’s in pain.” “Oh,” I say.
Soon his wheel chair is rolled to a position opposite me. His wife following has seated herself next to him. Two very skinny nurses are urging him to get up from his seat and while they help him he’s howling: “You’re dropping me. I can’t. I won’t. Leave me alone.” He is really a big fella, I’d say late 50’s, with an enormous face with an enormous voice coming out of that face. The nurses are murmuring, “we’ve got you, you’re safe, we’ve got you, you won’t fall” and he’s overruling and overriding it with his bellows of “you’re hurting me.” His wife put out a little finger to smooth his pajama bottom and he howls: “Don’t you fucking touch me. Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”
I was so enraged at his abuse to his cowed wife that I heard my voice bellowing out at him: “You shutup. You cut that out. Don’t you talk like that. I’m in this room with you and I don’t have to listen to it.” We both stare at each other. Nobody more surprised than myself and I drop my eyes to my knee, two, three, four. It’s not the cussing that was offensive. It was his meanness to his wife.
The man was a F - - - ing bully.