At my rehab hospital, the nurses had a name for a particular brand of patient: “STB,” for Stupid Teenage Boy. The hospital tended to get more of these during the summer, when school let out. I had my stroke in the summer, so I had a prime seat to this phenomenon. For example, there was a guy, drunk with friends in a beach town, thought it would be funny if he jumped off a trolley while it was still moving. So he jumped…and landed on his head. I was annoyed at him, because he could have avoided everything — hospital, therapy — if he had not been an STB.
I’m not angry at him anymore.
Have you ever been angry at a fellow patient?