emergenccy room triage tales

Alas, it seems like I have abandoned ye olde blog, but I haven't really.  I've just been busy frolicking through the meadow and shit. Actually I've been busy. So I'm back....alert the media.

I am trying to turn over a new leaf these days.  I am trying not to be negative Nancy all the time. Hateful Harriet. Cynical Cynthia. Complaining Connie....you get the idea. I am trying not to mumble as I leave the room that every patient is a stupid fool. I am trying to accept the fact that no matter how much of a fucking idiot a person is, there they are and I have to treat them like my long long sister, all respectful and shit.

There are a couple of people I work with who should get an academy award  for their performances in triage.  They make me look bad.  There I sit grumpy Gertrude, daring the person who appears at the window to say ONE THING....before I know it cheerful Chastity has a big shit eating grin on her face, practically shouting: "HOW CAN WE HELP YOU? COME RIGHT IN!!! WELCOME TO HOOD RAT ER!

Honestly I just want to slap my co-worker silly when I work with them. Here's the thing: I know their secret. They think people are idiots too, often having a snide comment about big Betty they just took back to room 4.  They just hide their real feelings much better than I do.

They smile in the face of the girl with the bag of fast food, talking on their phone with the already out of control four kids trailing behind her that is here for abdominal pain. Its like she and I are a before and after shot of a new ER nurse and one that has been there 90 years.

So I am trying to become more like cheerful Chastity..oh who am I kidding?! I will never be cheerful Chastity.  I need to give up this ridiculous idea. Oh well.....at least I'm honest....I'm not trying to be somebody I'm not.  Faker...