I get paid to make grown men cry

Sometimes, it's just fun watching grown men cry. Let's go over exactly what happened...

My work day starts at 7:30 and ends at 6:00. That means I have to be done with patient care and have all my paperwork done (and be out the door) by 6pm. So today, a 29 year old man with WAAAAAY too much testosterone had surgery for the leg he broke playing softball yesterday. At 5:30pm, he's screaming and yelling at the nurses to get him out of bed so he can go smoke. Did I mention his delightful personality? So, being the nice PT I am, I agree to go get this guy out of bed (even though I should have been done seeing patients by then, and we usually don't get guys up the evening after they have surgery.) Now, he's a fairly big guy and I decide that 5 hours after he wakes up from surgery he probably won't be ready for crutches, so here comes the walker. His fiance (who's not a PT, by the way) promptly tells me that he can't use a walker, he needs crutches. I tell her that if he's ready for crutches tomorrow I'll let him go on them, but for tonight, it's a walker or nothing.

The guy calls me a bitch.

You know this isn't going anywhere good now.

Basically I told the man (very calmly and without calling him an asswipe, by the way) that he had the choice to get out of bed now with a walker with me, or he would have to wait until the morning to go out and have his cigarette. He decides he might be okay with a walker. So, I help him get out of bed, and when he stands up, not only is he glad he has a walker because he's shaking like a leaf, but he starts to cry. And I don't mean a little trickle down the cheek. I mean a full on, bawling his eyes out, including the "Oh god, why did this happen to me?!?!?!" stuff. I had a vicious little giggle on the inside which included thinking "because you're an asshole." Needless to say, he didn't go walking around like he thought he would. And I got the satisfaction of watching a grown man cry... after he called me a bitch.