The Most Horrendous Night Duty I Ever Had

I was scheduled for a night duty last night.
Night duties are usually pretty easy as all the residents in the nursing home where i work are fast asleep and there's nothing much to do. The hardest part is usually trying to stay awake.
so when my friend Jojo called me to tell me that she was going to do the night duty with me that night, i was overjoyed. this meant i would not only have a bus buddy, it also meant staying awake could be easier as i had someone familiar to talk to and stuff.
Now, I don't know if my nursing home hired a town crier or something to announce throughout the whole nursing home that there were going to be two carers on duty last night ( there's usually one) but it seemed to me soon that ALL of the residents was intent on making sure they made full use of the extra pair of hands.
Our butts had barely touched the seats- much less warmed them!- when the call bells started ringing. and ringing. and ringing. and ringing.
Oh, they timed it all so perfectly! As soon as we were finished with one resident, the screen would light up again and show us which room was ringing. To top it all off, sometimes room 51 would ring when we had just come out of, say, room 3. that meant that we had to walk all the way down hallways and turn corner after corner to get to the OTHER end of the nursing home. And as soon as we were done with room 51, Room 14 would ring. and we would then have to haul our weary butts all the way down ANOTHER end. It is safe to say that none of us were very happy that night.
Especially when faced with comments such as " You're not a qualified registered nurse, are you? i want to talk to someone who knows something." or "I am usually tended to by Registered nurses and doctors at the hospital." Then there are some fussy ones who complain the room's too cold one minute, and too hot the next. I think i had at least 3 " I need to go to the toilet" and "I can't breathe" and "I need to move up the bed more". it seemed pretty obvious after a few minutes into my shift that their sole purpose that night was to drive us up the walls and out of the nursing home, screaming and tearing at our clothes. But i resisted the temptation to do so and prevailed.
Oh yes, i prevailed through 5- and i repeat 5!!!!!!- COMPLETE bed changes, 3 poo-cleaning processes and a MULTITUDE of wandering insomniac residents who scared the hell outta me when i ran into them in the darkened halls in their long, white nighties. Yes, i managed to stay sane after all that. *give myself a pat on the back*
i even managed to overlook the sadistic resident who thanked me after changing her dirty drawsheet by wetting her entire bed ( which consists of 5 different sheets) and her nightie ( which meant a change of pyjamas for her as well)
But boy oh boy, the worst was yet to come.
a new resident had just been admitted. it turned out he was one of those-in my enrolled nurse's own words, " Pervert and a dirty old man"
He requested a BACK MASSAGE at bloody 3 a.m.... 3 a.m!!!!
And when i was rubbing his back with some moisturizing cream, he asked me to go lower, and lower.
of course, i stopped right above his bum and told him that was the lowest i could go.
then i got the hell outta his room and tried my best to avoid going in there again.
All right. i've got all that outta my system now. After all this whiny complaints and pointless blathering about what a miserable night i had last night, i will now sign off and pray for much better night duties to come.
Cheers.