I cannot express to you how happy I am that it is Friday. I had a four day weekend and it was VERY hard for me to get back into the work groove thing. Not only that, but it was a psycho week.
Today's psycho story: a guy comes in whose clinical notes told about a visit to the ER because he was being transported in a prison van to appear in court. The sheriff driving the van took a corner too hard, so the patient (who was unbuckled) went flying into the mesh separating the driver from the passengers. It smashed his face. The same clinical note mentioned that the patient also had shot himself in the hand with a BB gun and when he was pulling the BB out, there was this brown pus that smelled awful. He came in today for a follow up on neck pain from a car accident this week. He had his wife and daughter with him. The woman looked broken. That's the kind of thing that hurts. I hate seeing that.
I am an empath. I sense things about people and places. I seem to invite people to tell me their life stories. I have had to become more abrupt with patients because it is not my job to find out all their history. That is the doctor's job. My sympathies have been used against me by patients, too. They can sense how I empathize and they play on it and try to get me to plead for things from the doctors. That pisses me off.
Today I am just glad it is Friday and I can relax all weekend.
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