Ever read a story that starts with “I liked my boss” and ends with “…and he was in jail for a year and a half” and then you think it’s a plot twist in a bad romantic comedy? No, folks. This is the real‑life version of a “Where’s Waldo” mystery where the culprit was a mid‑day dose of midazolam and a very, very “inspirational” email.
The Sweet‑And‑Sour Love Story
It all began in 2017, when you’re 26 and still figuring out whether you want a career in healthcare or a career in “I’m so excited to start my day!” The head nurse (who we’ll call “Bossy”) is friendly, supportive, and occasionally sends you “You’re doing amazing, keep it up!” emails after hours. Great, right? Until you notice that after each of those pep talks, you’re suddenly as sleepy as a toddler on a Sunday afternoon.
Side note: He’s 50, has a wife, two kids, and a “bipolar” personality that might snap into a “I’m in love with you” phase. Spoiler: it didn’t end well.
You start feeling… well, zoned out at work. Power naps in the break room become a hobby. You forget half your day. You drive home at 3 am and pass out at the wheel. You go to the doctor, get your blood and urine tested, and the verdict is: “Overworked. Get more sleep.” You cut back from 14 to 10 hours, but the blackout episodes keep coming. Your libido drops, sperm count plummets, and your boss’s “inspirational” quotes become the only thing keeping you sane.
Then, one night, you’re left alone in a hotel room in your underwear, wondering how you got there. The next morning you ask a coworker where you stayed, and she says, “You did, and you were driving like a clown.” Cue the panic. You start suspecting something (or someone) is messing with your food.
The Great Midazolam Conspiracy
You begin documenting everything. Zipper positions change. Water bottles spill. You notice clear, floating particles in your water. A drug‑testing kit confirms the presence of benzodiazepines—midazolam, folks. You set up a hidden camera in the bathroom and catch the real culprit in the act: Bossy, in a single 7‑second burst, unscrews the bottle lid and injects a syringe full of the sedative into your water. Cue dramatic music.
You call the cops, show the evidence, and the medical director fires him on the spot. Security footage for the last three months shows him sneaking a syringe into lunch, water, and even a “sugar‑free” coffee. The cops arrest him, release him (because apparently he’s a “free citizen”), and a year later he gets a 1½‑year sentence (but only serves 2/3 of it). Freedom. (And a bit of a punchline for the whole thing.)
The Aftermath
You’re back to full‑wake‑up, sperm counts are back to normal, and you have two kids. Your boss is out of the picture, your medical director is out of the picture, and your life is almost back to normal. But you’re still dealing with the aftermath: the memory gaps, the potential for assault, the lingering trauma. A few friends suggest suing the clinic, a lawyer says therapy is a must, and you’re left wondering if you should just keep living like this or finally take action.
TL;DR
You worked for a head nurse who was a secret midazolam‑spiking, love‑quote‑sending, sexual predator. He got a 1½‑year prison sentence (served 2/3). You’re now back in the world, but you’re still dealing with trauma. Get therapy, consider suing, and maybe start a new career—just make sure nobody’s sneaking syringes into your water again.
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Comment 1
“Suing isn’t about blaming them, or punishing them for what he did. It's about using the money to help fix your health. You deserve that.”
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Comment 2
“Sue. Your kids could benefit from the money. You were drugged and sexually assaulted. You really just don't want to unpack how big that is. That trauma will rear its ugly head, at the worst time possible, if you don't deal with it now. I'm sorry that happened to you.”
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Comment 3
“Therapist here. This was/is a significant trauma. Start therapy. Put this first, it will pay dividends for you and your family.”
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Comment 4
“Noted, thank you and will do.”
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Comment 5
“Why would you not sue that clinic and medical director so that the same thing can never happen to any other person? Lawyer up and sue the fuck out of that place.”
And that, dear readers, is the real story of how a love‑letter‑spamming, benzodiazepine‑spiking head nurse turned your life into a plot from a horror‑comedy mash‑up. Stay safe, keep an eye on your water bottle, and never underestimate the power of a well‑timed inspirational quote.