Let me start out by saying that I love my job.
That being said, I would like to share a story about one particular patient. I will not use the words I would
like to use to describe him but lets just say that a bigger moron I have never met.
Moron point #1:
It is fireworks night and we were called (on overtime at 2am) to the bench outside of Royal Columbian Hospital. Who calls from outside the door of a major hospital?
Moron point #2:
We convinced him to go inside to this hospital instead of going to a different hospital. He was complaining of back pain but would not lie on a nice comfy bed nor let us touch or help him. Nope, it was a wheelchair for his royal highness and he had to drag himself over to said wheelchair. The poor man. He could hardly move he was in so much pain. (This is meant as sarcasm). Who calls paramedics and then insists on doing everything himself and refuses any help you try to offer? My spidy senses are tingling at this point. Something is up.
Moron point #3:
So we took him inside and the nurse said he could wait in the waiting room like everyone else. Upon arrival in the waiting room our patient proceeds to throw a hissy fit.
"I am not sitting here staring at those guys!" (the security guys)
Uh oh, we think, there is more to the story than we think.
Turns out this man's girlfriend is in the ER having seizures and this man (who is also drunk, did I mention?) was inside the trauma bay trying to take pictures and generally pissing off all the nurses. So security throws him out almost literally which is why he has back pain in the first place; they had aggravated an old injury.
Who pisses off nurses? They are among the best people in the world in the most thankless job in the world. Please, let me wipe your ass for you while you flail about and swear at me and tell me what a horrible nurse I am. These things they deal with every day.
Moron point #4
The man would not sit in front of security. I was mad at this point and my partner had given up. Ok, I thought, time to take charge. So, I wheeled him over to the other side of the waiting room.
"I can still see them, wheel me somewhere else!"
Excuse me? I say... you want me to do what?
"Move me."
Enter horrible glare here.
"Please... I don't care to sit here"
That's better, I say, and proceed to wheel him behind a wall where no one has to stare at his ugly face. I tell him I don't appreciate his attitude towards me, I am here to do my best to help him and I don't need this kind of abuse towards me.
"But your cohorts (security) hurt me! They hurt my back!" (ah ha... hahaha... cohorts... look at the drunk man trying to use big words)
I dont care, I say, I dont deserve to be yelled at and ordered around.
"Listen, I want...." (I cut him off here with yet another death glare)
"I would appreciate an update on my girlfriend"
I told him I would see what I could do and promptly stormed out of the hospital in a rage, fighting every urge I had to punch this man in the face or maybe pick up those crutches over there which could cause more damage than my little fists.
So, after way too much trouble, way too many tax payers dollars and many moron points later, we finally got to leave Mr. Moron in the loving care of the security men who had already shown him how much they cared about him and his aching back.
And it's fireworks night again tonight... rather than watching and enjoying, I get to clean up after all the drunks that beat the crap out of eachother. But, dont get me wrong because remember, I do love my job!
So until next time, keep fit and have fun.
This is Grandpa's new puppy, Ruff. He is a fan of biting. 
This is Grandpa's new puppy, Ruff. He is a fan of biting.
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