Thursday, June 17, 2010
My little stay-cation was wonderful in every aspect except in length. However, I went back to work in great spirits, ready to embody compassion of such magnitude that Mother Teresa would stop to admire me. That lasted about two hours into my first shift. I was first met by Dr. Lazy who asked if I could write down the patient’s history on the chart and he’d sign it so he could do some online shopping instead. Yeaahhh no. A few hours after, I was accosted by a drug seeker who asked me to convince the doctor about the merits of writing her a prescription for a year’s supply of narcotics including fentanyl patches. Her reasoning was that if she had a huge supply of narcotics she wouldn’t come bugging us quite as often which would make all of our lives easier. I was quite impressed that she realized her behaviour was annoying to the staff but my fondness withered away when I snapped back into my senses and had to tell her that it wasn’t going to happen in this lifetime. Oh drug seekers how you manage to provide me anecdotes I can use for bitching! It’s good to be back!