I don’t often lose my cool at work. I can handle pretty much anything.
But today, a patient pushed me over the edge. I had three patients. Plus one I took from another nurse who wasn’t feeling well. Then I got an ambulance. That’s five.
That’s too many. And I didn’t have any help with the fifth, except when I begged for someone to get an EKG. There were malfunctioning equipment, nonexistent symptoms, dangerously morbid obesity, made-up medical maladies, simpering, rudeness, and of course, a large mental health component hanging over it all.
What makes people think that because they have something wrong with them (or think they do), they don’t have to use basic manners?
I have to have
You need to
Is it so hard to say please? I see clearly all the problems this woman has, and they should elicit pity from me, but they don’t. Because of her lack of common courtesy.
All I know is, I will never be so fat that I have to have someone else wipe my ass or use a rag on a stick. So there.