Frequent flyers. The bane of every ER's existence. They come in many shapes and sizes.
Some are just incapable of being organized enough to have their own doctor or they just don't care. They use the ER as their personal clinic. Some are drunks who end up in the ER when people get tired of them laying on the street. A lot of them have chronic pain in one form or the other and their doctors are sick of them. Then there are the chronically mentally ill.
What do all of these people have in common? Anxiety. Depression. Loneliness. Ineffective coping skills. They need a friend, a lot of them. Somebody to listen to them. Have fun with them.
So I have this scathingly brilliant idea... let's have a party. We invite all of the frequent flyers. It will be a large party, God knows. Put on some tunes. Get some cheetos. Punch. Party games.
They have a lot in common. They could talk to each other about their terrible lives. Make friends. Perhaps there will even be a spark of romance. More friends and less lone
liness = less visits to ER = happy ER staff. Everybody wins.