Long day at work. For some odd reason every damn shift at work a patient want's to know my ethnic background, funny thing is they don't ever just come out and ask "what is your ethnic background?" It's always some dodgy wannabe slick round of questions. If your interesting in what I look like. Click on my Gallery and see. I'm sure when you look at my pics you can see my frustrations. Todays efforts:
Patient: "So Crowe where are you from?"
Me: "Miami"
Patient: "ah... Hispanic?"
Me: "no"
Patient: "Puerto Rican?"
Me: "no"
Patient: "Hawiian?"
Me: "um... NO"
Patient: "well I know your from some Island, Filapino?"
Me: "um... NO"
Patient: "Korean?"
Me: "NO"
Patient: "Ok, um... where are your parents from?"
Me: "Jamaica"
Patient: "oh."
***I walk out of the room***
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Patient: "So Crowe, what country are you from?"
Me: "America"
Patient: "Oh, really? Then where are your parents from?"
Me: "Jamaica"
Patient: "ah I knew it"
***cue me walking out of the room***
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Why the fuck do I have to put up with this shit?!
Patients today:
~ I got to work on a trauma. 15yrd riding on the front end of a 4 wheeler, falls off, onto pavement and is subsequently run over by the 4 wheeler. He comes in combative. Obvious head injury. Major abrasians all over his face, buttocks, hands and shoulders, three teeth broken. Nothing hits me like when the parents walk in, to see the shock on their faces. The shock that hits their core, seeing their son broken in a C- collar.
~ Got some great experience working on a code. Woman comes in asystole (flatline). Guess who got to do compressions? Unfortuantly she didn't make it. For once I would like to work on a code where the person makes it. I'm kinda getting tired of seeing death in this situation. sofar Death: 3 Crowe: 0 It's wearing me down.
~ So after a 52 hour week I'm finally getting a day off. Tomorrow I think i'll clean my place. Study a bit. Try and relax. Maybe grill out and chill for once in my life. I so need a day off. No answering the phone. No screaming patients. No combative patients. No death. No dispair.
Patient: "So Crowe where are you from?"
Me: "Miami"
Patient: "ah... Hispanic?"
Me: "no"
Patient: "Puerto Rican?"
Me: "no"
Patient: "Hawiian?"
Me: "um... NO"
Patient: "well I know your from some Island, Filapino?"
Me: "um... NO"
Patient: "Korean?"
Me: "NO"
Patient: "Ok, um... where are your parents from?"
Me: "Jamaica"
Patient: "oh."
***I walk out of the room***
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Patient: "So Crowe, what country are you from?"
Me: "America"
Patient: "Oh, really? Then where are your parents from?"
Me: "Jamaica"
Patient: "ah I knew it"
***cue me walking out of the room***
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Why the fuck do I have to put up with this shit?!
Patients today:
~ I got to work on a trauma. 15yrd riding on the front end of a 4 wheeler, falls off, onto pavement and is subsequently run over by the 4 wheeler. He comes in combative. Obvious head injury. Major abrasians all over his face, buttocks, hands and shoulders, three teeth broken. Nothing hits me like when the parents walk in, to see the shock on their faces. The shock that hits their core, seeing their son broken in a C- collar.
~ Got some great experience working on a code. Woman comes in asystole (flatline). Guess who got to do compressions? Unfortuantly she didn't make it. For once I would like to work on a code where the person makes it. I'm kinda getting tired of seeing death in this situation. sofar Death: 3 Crowe: 0 It's wearing me down.
~ So after a 52 hour week I'm finally getting a day off. Tomorrow I think i'll clean my place. Study a bit. Try and relax. Maybe grill out and chill for once in my life. I so need a day off. No answering the phone. No screaming patients. No combative patients. No death. No dispair.