The ER

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What is it that makes ER employees so seemingly irritated that you've come in, regardless of whether or not you have a legitimate problem?

I suppose there is a point at which one can become so desensitized that compassion flies out the window. I saw probably 10+ persons, told every one of them that I needed to make sure my husband was called, they all said they would take care of it, and none of them did.

In the mean time, people kept floating in and out and I kept repeating, name, birthday, health insurance...

"When was your last tetanus shot?" one of them asked.
"When I sewed through my finger with a sewing machine..." I replied, as I was met with a dropped jaw, "It wasn't too long ago, you should have it in your records,"
"You know," you could tell he was amused, (as I had intended), "I am all for women and power tools, but in your case..."
"Yea, I know"

Finally I came upon a male nurse who actually listened to what was concerning me. (My personal opinion, Men make the best nurses.) He dialed the phone for me, the one that was three feet away, just out of my sight line, that anyone could have directed me to (yes, I'm bitter). Tim said he had been home about 15 min. or so and knew something was wrong though he kept telling himself that I could have been absent minded enough to leave the garage open, and the radio on, and all the lights in the house on; when the phone rang, his heart sank.

When he arrived he did very good. He walked in to see me sitting, bleeding, with my mangled fingers in the air, his expression didn't change, and I turned into a puddle. with Tim there I didn't have to be a big girl anymore. Then came the Doctors.

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