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  • Playground Rules At The Dr's Office

    Just got back from a doctor's appointment, where I saw this man make a complete ass of himself.

    Standard doctor's office procedure - you sign in, sit in the waiting room, they call your name, then you follow the nurse back to an exam room. Straightforward, no? Well, the exam room was half-full of people waiting patiently, when a nurse calls for "Roman", no last name. Two people get up, one was a twelve-year old boy needing stitches for a gash on his finger, another was a man of about thirty waiting for an appointment. The nurse clarifies with a last name, which narrows it down to the boy needing stitches. Holy moly, does this ever set the man off.

    "What? I've been waiting forever! This punk can wait his turn! This isn't fair! This isn't fair at all!", you know, the standard whining of the petulant. The nurse is trying to tell him he's next after the boy, it'll only be a few more minutes, when Whiny Man pulls out this gem...

    "But I'm older than he is! I should get to go first!"

    I couldn't help it after that, I actually burst out laughing at this doofus from across the room. He whipped his head around, glared daggers at me, then turned beet-freaking-red and sat down like a good boy.

    It was only another minute and a half till his name was called.

  • #2
    Perfect response.

    If he said anything you could have easily denied that you were laughing at him ("oh, I just got a joke someone said to me" or "That picture looked funny for a minute" etc..)
    Quote Dalesys:
    ... as in "Ifn thet dawg comes at me, Ima gonna shutz ma panz!"

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    • #3
      Twice I've been taken to the ER with broken bones, and had to wait a few hours before being attended upon. And I didn't get pissed off or freak out.
      The fact is I was there because I did something stupid in a tourist area during a holiday weekend, and my relatively minor injury doesn't take priority over the even stupider and/or unluckier guys who could very well die if they aren't seen asap.

      On my 22nd birthday, I was working as a cook, and sliced the end off of the middle finger on my left hand, and it was bleeding pretty good. The boss drove me to the ER, and I was seen almost instantly. I actually felt kinda guilty about going ahead of people who had already been waiting.
      On the other hand, the triage nurse knows a lot better than I do about who has the most urgent problem, cause it's, y'know, her job and all.
      And I'm pretty damned sure it's a more stressful, difficult, and thankless job than anything I've ever done in my life
      Aliterate : A person who is capable of reading but unwilling to do so.

      "A man who does not read has no advantage over a man who cannot" - Mark Twain

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      • #4
        Ah, the ABC's of triage: Airway, Breathing, and Circulation. If one of those isn't in danger of failing, you're going to be waiting awhile so they can deal with people who might crash/bleed out at any moment.
        I am no longer of capable of the emotion you humans call “compassion”. Though I can feign it in exchange for an hourly wage. (Gravekeeper)

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        • #5
          Sorry, I should elaborate - this wasn't in the ER. Just a regular doctor's office that has a Minor Emergency clinic attached to it.

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          • #6
            It still applies. Stitches Kid still takes precedence over Old Guy's annual checkup.
            I am no longer of capable of the emotion you humans call “compassion”. Though I can feign it in exchange for an hourly wage. (Gravekeeper)

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            • #7
              Last year, DH had a close encounter with a scorpion in the house at about midnight. I pumped him with prednisone, benadryl, and ice packs, and bundled him in to the truck for the hour ride to the hospital. We did not know if he was allergic or not. After we got checked in, a guy came in behind us that had a broken jaw from being pistol-whipped at a party. (Saturday night, full moon, south Austin--what can I say?) They actually admitted DH first, as the other guy was stable, but DH was having possible allergy symptoms and they were worried about anaphylaxis. So yeah, it goes by who needs the attention more, not who is being the bigger EW.
              Everything will be ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end.

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              • #8
                Quoth infinitemonkies View Post
                Twice I've been taken to the ER with broken bones, and had to wait a few hours before being attended upon. And I didn't get pissed off or freak out.
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                On the other hand, the triage nurse knows a lot better than I do about who has the most urgent problem, cause it's, y'know, her job and all.
                And I'm pretty damned sure it's a more stressful, difficult, and thankless job than anything I've ever done in my life
                It is often a stressful, difficult, thankless job. Bless you. Why couldn't I get more patients like you when I was a triage nurse?

                Quoth the_std View Post
                Sorry, I should elaborate - this wasn't in the ER. Just a regular doctor's office that has a Minor Emergency clinic attached to it.
                What jedimaster said still applies.
                Last edited by iradney; 02-06-2010, 08:58 AM.
                They say that God only gives us what we can handle. Apparently, God thinks I'm a bad ass.

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                • #9
                  If I were the nurse I would have went: (pointing to the little boy) "The young man goes first, (pointing to the man) then the child."
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