Extreme Douchery

I'm seriously starting to hate this my job. It's to the point where I'm thinking about going back to the unit.

I don't know how other ER's operate, but mine seems to suck balls lately. With the extreme douchebaggery of management, and the out of control douches who come in for bullshit and bring their psycho-bitch wives, girlfriends, daughters and sisters with them, I've just about had it.

We have this one charge who I've not mentioned who is the most mealy-mouthed freak of a ho I've had for a charge in a long time. She used to be a first grade teacher if that tells you anything. She only uses her inside voice to talk so you can never hear a fucking thing she says. She loves to give you stupid crap, like putting men in all your GYN rooms, then while you're in the room getting one triaged (immediate bedding, 'nuff said), she's paging your ass to go to another room for some bullshit or other. I try, but I can only wipe one butt at a time. Not good enough I suppose because you get a a look from her like you're somehow incompetent that you can't triage three people at once and have them all lined and medicated in five minutes.

Fuck her.

Anyway, I get this LOL from a nursing home who fell the day before and hit her head. She's non-verbal by history, and has a big blue egg on her forehead. I type her up and get her labs when her neurotic hysterical daughter comes in looking like her ass is on fire. Seriously, bitch! Like, take a chill pill. I proceeded to tell her the plan, only to be interrupted by her telling me things like "NO, I don't think she needs to be cathed, that's invasive," to "Where is that doctor?? She's been here 10 minutes!!" Gawd, what a C-word this one was. This hag was in her 50's, but when she talked to me she would roll her eyes and sigh. I'm not sure what she wanted and what it was that I wasn't doing for her. But, I'll tell you, just because she wanted me to come in and check Mothers diaper to see if it needs changing, doesn't mean I'm dropping what I'm doing with the dude who just came in from a house fire to attend to her every whim. It's all about triage for me and Mother was a level 5 at this point.

Fuck her, too.

I had called a transport ambulance to send Mother back to Serenity Hills and was just awaiting their arrival. Oh no, not good enough. I get more eye-rolling, more sighing (I think she's an old valley girl from the 80's, I haven't seen that much sighing and eye rolling since my daughter was a teen)-more hysteria because a skin tear was bleeding, complaints that she has seen ambulance after ambulance come and go and it's been an hour and why haven't they picked Mother up. Seriously, I want your mother out of here like yesterday, trust me you heinous piece of crap. The final straw is Valley Woman comes up behind me while I'm talking to somebody else and butts right in with a sigh and a shrill shriek that Mother's shoes are missing. I turn to look at her, I say nothing, I just look. She stands there, sighing, rolling her eyes, shrieking on and on about the missing shoes. Finally, I say I don't recall any shoes. She says, "I called Serenity Hills and they said she had shoes!!" Snort, eye roll, sigh. So I say , "Well, did you look in the room?" Well, that did it. She lost it. Total meltdown right there. With a super eye roll, a huge sigh and snort she tells me "WOULD I BE ASKING YOU ABOUT THE SHOES IF I HADN'T LOOKED?" Got to admit she has a point, but seriously, does she think I'm hiding the shoes? Lying about the shoes?

Yeah, I stole the shoes, that's it! Sigh. Eye roll....