Tonight a young man came in by ambulance.  Upset at losing his job, he wanted to ‘get messed up’. He took 14 Klonopin (0.5mg), drank two pints of liquor and smoked some marijuana.  He fell off a porch (surprise!) and hurt his ankle.  He had no desire to hurt himself, but wanted checked out, and wanted us to hurry.  Then, through slurred speech, looking through red, half-closed eyes, had the audacity to ask for narcotic pain medicine, and to be annoyed when I said no.

You want what?  You’ve got to be kidding.  This is the sort of thing that drives nurses and physicians crazy, and that can’t be conveyed to most people, who just think we’re  heartless, uncaring, money-grubbing scumbags.

He won’t be discharged on pain medicine either, unless his ankle is broken!


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