So last night we go to this guy lying on someone’s front lawn. Well, actually, 4am.
Despite what you may have read here at this blog, I’m nice to patients, even the jackasses, and those folks are – bless them – present at the absolute majority of our calls. But, no matter how loosey-goosey you are, I don’t think there’s anyone who remains nice and whose senses aren’t heightened when, for instance, a drunk asshole threatens to “slap the fucking shit out of you” when you ask him if he remembers how his lip got busted. Especially when you’re half-asleep.
“What did you FUCKING say? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
“Get on the fucking gurney.”