It is absolutely fucking disgusting how much time and energy is wasting in modern medicine because everyone plays the Covering Your Ass Game.
I had to come back to the ER, because they don’t allow Vanco to drop in a prif line at home, and even though everyone promised me yesterday it would be totally seamless today with the niffy piece of paper they handed me–“make sure to bring this back with you tomorrow–it explains everything!”
It was 20 fucking questions I’ve always answered 50 million fucking times over the years.
(Have I mentioned I reeeeeally don’t like to play the getting to know you game when I’m sick?)
I finally just cut off the know-it-all/not-as-smart-as-she-thinks-she-is ER nurse and said,
“I came in today to do a gram of Vanco because I was instructed I was not allowed to do it at home. Since my veins are bad, it has to drip at 100ml/hr so it’s going to take 3-4 HOURS to infuse. Can we just get this started?”
Sorry…not in the mood today to explain my hundreds of medical problems over the years and why I don’t have any “specialists” yet it Ottawa.
Just get the party started. It’s a bad enough day for me that fucking port is fucked up by someone’s incompetency.
Don’t add insult to injury by insinuating I don’t really need any antibiotics.
I am in no mood to play nice right now.