Code 3 for the diabetic 12-year-old vomiting.
As I open the front door, fire is being yelled at. By the patient’s mother.
“I can call 911 all I want and you gonna take him to the hospital! And Medicaid will pay for everything! Where the captain at? I wanna file a complaint!”
I think before we got there fire was trying to say that she can take him to the hospital herself. I don’t even bother usually.
I am not against supporting the poor and the unfortunate. But I do wish folks like her were a tad more grateful and a lot less demanding.