Something To Kill my 10/10 Pain


Working the night shift on a weekend is a total trip, and it never fails to surprise me when people turn up, having suddenly decided that 3:30 in the morning on a Saturday is the most appropriate time to seek medical treatment for an old injury.

I like to think the best of people, but when you rock up to my ER with a back injury that you have had for three months without ever seeking treatment, my hackles are up. Especially when you are brought in by half a dozen family members, all of whom have questionable personal hygiene and snacks on every hand. Of course, I’m going to be even more suspicious when you tell me through your mouthful of potato chips that you have 10/10 pain and you’re just going out for a smoke since you have to wait a while anyway.

Again, I like to think the best of people, but when I’m faced with these types of patients my immediate thought is that they’re after one thing and one thing only: painkillers. I didn’t have time to communicate any of my concerns to the doctor before she appeared to see the patient, though.

It didn’t take long for the doctor to come to the same conclusion as I had, and I have to admit I had a perverse sense of satisfaction in response to the doctor’s actions. She produced a prescription for acetaminophen, telling the patient that it would be more than strong enough to dull any pain they were experiencing.