Its flu season…again…. and big surprise the Emergency Room happens to be the most popular place around, which means, if we say we don’t have a bed available, we’re not joking or sitting back there having a cup of tea laughing at you writhing in agony, it really means there’s nothing available!
Apparently, no matter how many different ways we break it to you; you still think there’s a secret code to getting you back, or a special room available for just your type of emergency.
a) You’re very well educated and could probably spell hemorrhaging, and
b) The only thing I see hemorrhaging in front of me is the bullshit coming out of your mouth.
So take your fancy pants degree and your superior lightness of being and go and sit with the rest of the patients who are waiting for the golden ticket to a bed, and shut the fuck up!
And to you sir, the gentleman who brought your sweet wife in, for an abscess in her tummy tuck incision. I understand that your doctor called ahead, which might mean in your mind that we have a bed waiting just for you, the sad truth is WE DON’T!
You can tell me a hundred times over that your doctor “ordered” a special room just for you, I speak English (and a few other languages), and I heard you the first time, I think you sir, are the one who needs to understand English a little better and maybe learn to lip read, because sir, read my lips “We don’t have a bed available”. The restroom and some ABD pads to staunch the chunky bloody pussy mess that’s oozing out, is the best solution I can offer.
I hope you enjoyed your jaunt all over the hospital looking for that “special room” that your doctor “ordered”. I sure enjoyed sending you looking for it. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before telling your wife she’s fat.
July 11th, 2008 at 8:48 pm
Sounds like maybe you should do something else for a job. While you may not think the persons to whom you referred were having legit crisises, try standing in their shoes. You’re worried about your loved one. Have some compassion or do something else.
July 11th, 2008 at 11:30 pm
I feel for you, I do. I don’t know why some people can’t understand that an abscess ain’t an emergency, but God help them, they can’t. I work in a doctor’s office and deal with the same dickheads every day myself. I’m sorry you broke your last three appts with hno notice, but getting you in now for an emergency (in your teeny little mind anyway) is not my priority. And threatening to call my boss is certainly not going to get my cooperation either. Believe me: I will remember your asshole, boorish behavior and you will suffer the consequences, because I have a long memory and plenty of time and motivation to extract my own petty little revenge. And all you assholes with PHds–you’re smart, we get it. Who gives a flying fuck? It cuts no ice with me. The really important people I’ve met in my life don’t flaunt their credentials nor do they treat others like shit. And I must say I hope there’s a special place in hell for all those that tie up the ERs and docs/nurses because they use the ER as their primary care doctor and go in for colds/sore throats/tummy aches and the like. ER stands for emergency room — get it?
August 4th, 2008 at 10:26 am
I too have worked in Emerg upon occasion and can sympathize with you.
My main floor was Pediatrics but quite often can transferred to emerg due to a shortage of help.
Hang in there.
If you have never done that sort of work then do hold it against us. You have no concept of how over whelming it can get at times