Yes, I'm a little bitter. People have been weirdos tonight. My drunk white lady who yells the N-word, yup, she's back. Mousy-looking drunk/psych/cancer hx Dee-da-Dee asshole that fell on the ice at BW3 and refused EMS before peeing on the sidewalk... he's here. He walked out of my triage room to go pee.. again. They are fighting in the adult homes, falling on the ice (come on guys, its been there for a week), getting bitten by every animal imaginable and vomiking on my floor. This shit truly needs to stop. There was even a drunk girl who fell/was assaulted and knocked an eyeball out. She then proceeded to argue with the EMS crew that she was going to get up and leave. To their credit they handled her much better than I would have. I would have given her a cup, said "use this to bring your eye back when the fucker falls out for real" and let her ass walk. As my mom would say... dedicated healthcare professionals at work!!!
The highlight was one of the old nurses (who must me outside her head or off her meds) telling me that it is inappropriate for me to have my cell phone in triage. I'm not talking on it, its out of sight whenever there is a patient in the room, and I have triaged greater than 1/3 of the total patients in the department in the last 6 hours. Yes, I counted. If I feel like texting a friend, my family, or the man in the fucking moon its really none of her business.
So maybe I am a bitter triage nurse tonight. Thats fine. I don't have to be Miss MerryfuckingSunshine 24/7. The people that deserve it get the sweetheart. The rest of you fuckers better watch out!