Fri. nite in ER brings out America's finest!

So I hurt my back at work yesterday, and got to occupational health in time to get my drug test but not treatment. So I got to sit for seven hours in the ER (because WHY should my company contract with an urgent care place?) and lord, was it ever confirmation that I would not make a good ER nurse. The first gentleman that came in with a flower vase stuck up his hind end or the lady who keeps having "seizures" in the waiting room would probably not elicit my empathy. Bless the ER nurses.