I might have posted this before, apologies if I have. Whe; I was working nights on a male surgical ward we had a patient who had undergone bilateral stripping of varicose veins that afternoon. About 9pm I went to check he was ok, he was very deeply asleep, I was a bit concerned as he had had a general anaesthetic, so I persisted until waking him until I got a response. He suddenly jumped out of bed, legs bandaged up, theatre gown still in place, bare bottom sticking out, and he started running ... halfway around the hospital up and down the old fashioned nightingale wards ladies wards included. I was running after him with little chance of catching him, the staff on the other wards were stood sort of open mouthed. Anyway he found his way back to his bed, got in it, never said a word and fell asleep. After I washed my hands I put the towel in the bin in his room and there were 8 empty cans of special brew in there. The next morning he was sat very carefully in his chair, with his feet up on the stool.