True Stories of the ER: Something I find odd (and slightly distressing).

I can work for 12 hours and:

cover for a nurse who called in sick and a hole that was already in the schedule

check in 100 patients who think they are all about to die

have 1/4 of them yell at me because I inform them that they are not going to die (from their cold)

have 1/4 of them scream profanity at me (including words starting with "b" and "f") because they have waited more than 4 hours to be brought into a room

get children's Motrin spit in my face by 1/100 of them

be in awe of the 1/2 that are patient and grateful (and either get admitted or wait for 6 hours to be told to take some tylenol and rest)

get threatened that someone is going to "call their lawyer"

get threatened that three people are going to "call administration"

help 1/90 change into a hospital gown without getting drunk off the alcohol fumes on their breath, or getting my shoes vomitted on

...and I can still call that a fun night.

I think I am either sick in my head or a glutton for punishment.