When our night was almost over we responded to a house in an up and coming area of the city. Well-off white couple, security alarm had gone off and the Brinks people had heard screaming in the background. The house was beautiful... Martha Stewart cover easily. She was drunk, half naked and crying... her husband was dressed and had a shitty attitude. It looked like they had a party that night... food and booze everywhere. In his words "she drank too much and made an ass of herself." He didn't want her taken to my hospital, but to the private one in the county. "Her dad is the head of surgery there." Ummmm, thats where I went to nursing school. I saw her ID and the name was familiar for two reasons.
When I was in school wearing my cute white uniform a certain surgeon got pissed about something (even now I don't know what..... not my patient I was just the only person in view) and threw a chart at me. Now I would have kicked his ass or pressed charges, but as a 19 year old student nurse I just went and hid. Well, this surgeons daughter and dick head son-in-law have had issues before. She showed up at the hospital drunk and combative... he was at home with the 1 year old and CPS (child protective services) was called. The good doc and his wife showed up to collect their adult daughter. He was unhappy that she was tied down with a catheter.... (it happens to all the drunks). Swore that he would never do surgery at my hospital again. Oh well.... we don't need you.
So, he threw a chart at me, and I get to see his family's dirty laundry on more than one occasion. Oh, and my new favorite.... the last patient that hit me DIED..... do you feel like taking your chances???