Dear Fucking New Guys

Dear Fucking New Guys,

First, I, more than most, don’t like talking about time. But try to be less cocky when you show up on a call. Chances are there are plenty of other people – medics, nurses, docs – who have done way more time than you have.

Also, let me save you some time so you don’t show up on the next call asking if “this patient need[s] to go the hospital in an ambulance.” Some of you really like to ask this question, usually with this annoyingly condescending tone even a deaf person can pick up, as if no one in the history of Earth has thought of it. Since we all have done much more time than you, we – surprise, surprise – already know that most of these people don’t need to go to the hospital in an ambulance. It’s a little game we play. It’s not a fun game. It’s not a very sensible game in some ways. In fact, you can even call it the Hunger Game, since most of us are always missing meals for this game. But until the administrators and managers grow some balls, it is the only game we play.

You can laugh at how stupid people are, you can complain, you can even start a shitty blog that no one reads, but if you don’t like taking people to the hospital, then don’t work on a fucking ambulance.

Sincerely,

Medic

3 thoughts on “Dear Fucking New Guys”

  1. I read you! Almost finished reading all your posts and will continue to read in future too. Hang in there, some people really need you.

      1. I read ever single blog too! I feel like I’m in your head because I think so much like you! Love it!

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