I whisper your name (ayradyss) wrote,
I whisper your name
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A wake-up call...

Ending my shift in $ER tonight to the sound of Security coming to the back hall. You can hear the patient screaming all over the ER. Don't talk to me about no m-f-ing patients, I am the m-f-ing patient, b-! You better hope I don't see you after no f-ing work shift! You better hope... My staff is sitting in his chair. "Is that my patient? That's my patient." We watch as Security escorts her out of $ER, still screaming obscenities and making threats. I'm sorry...but when your presenting complaint is that you couldn't be bothered to fill your outpatient prescription for pain meds for the second night in a row, you may have to wait in the ER for a bit.

Day shift has arrived, one of two; I am ready to leave but for a head CT report on B. B tells me he was minding his own business, downloading some ring tones at a bar when "some dude" hit him over the head. Nurse tells me he was scrapping. I tend to believe the scrapping bit; a five-inch head laceration to the skull tends to come with some feeling behind it. I suture. He tells me about his disabled son who goes to $childrens_hospital and his wife who is "an American girl, all blonde, ya know?" and cheated on him. Eight neatly tied knots later he's no longer bleeding, and happy about it.

We are standing around the doctor's station - I don't start a patient at 0640 when I'm leaving at 0700, night staff is already off the clock, and day shift is starting to pick up the charts of the kind of people who wander into the ER at 0400 - can't sleep for two days since the dog died; drunk and suicidal; chest pain and stomach pain. It's been a busy night - I've stitched up two heads and a knee; we've fielded the kind of drunks who call an ambulance for "a ride to hell", and there have been some sick folks too. I've learned that it is possible to shoot up OxyContin (you melt it and dissolve it) and now it's been capped off by the woman in full voice being marched down the hallway by Security.

Wow... night staff says admiringly. She's got rhythm.
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