Got floated down to the ER today. Single worst day of the year to work in the ER in Boston. The Caribbean Festival. Picture St Patrick's Day on methamphetamine. Most were wearing feathered headdresses and not much else. My first patient this morning was passed out on the sidewalk wearing boxer shorts and covered in shoe polish. It was 7:45 am. Not a word of a lie. He rallied and was discharged before noon but was back before I left at 7pm, this time with a nice coating of red powder on top of his shoe polish. With his girlfriend. Excuse me. His fiancé. She ended up tied down to the stretcher after she kicked her nurse in the stomach. Because, you know, that nurse was bored sitting there drinking coffee and she walked out onto the street and dragged that poor girl, still wearing her headdress like she's a tropical f'ing Geronimo, into the ER and put oxygen on her so she might not die.
Two more semesters.