Instant Karma

I appeared to working the loony toons room, which is not to be confused with the critical room, but that day it was one and the same.

In bed A we have a 27 year old female who came in by ambulance, rather, free taxi with a 6 week history of RUQ abdominal pain. No N/V/D or fever. She seemed fairly honest about her history, says she's bipolar but doesn't take any meds because they make her crazy. Her solution is to just smoke the gonja. She talked about it the entire time she was with me, where she gets it from, who grows it, she was in love with it.

In bed B we have a 50 year old female with chest pain with no psych history who is sitting with her husband. After spending some time with A bed, I go over to check some vitals on B bed. Her husband is hunkered down in the corner with the curtain pulled tightly and is trying to tell me something. I lean down to hear what he has to say and he whispers "I'm her parole officer." Shut up!! Seriously, he showed me his ID.

Poor bed A. I felt sorry for a nanosecond.

When she was being discharged, her niceness turned totally into a bipolar, head-spinning, shrieking foul-mouthed shrew creature all because all her tests were normal and she was leaving with no narcotics.

Funny I would hear a Lennon song on the drive home.

"Instant Karma's gonna get you gonna knock you right on your head."