God Hates Nurses Now

You know that "biting my tongue" thread, and the things we'd love to say to patients but we can't, because we're the nurse? Well, when you're the patient, you can say whatever you danged well feel like to the OTHER patient who is pestering you with his ignorance and stupidity. You can yell at the office staff, too, although it isn't very productive. Nurses Announcements Archive Article

I was sitting in the waiting room of my oncologist's office, about an hour into the wait, when I got restless and got up to ask how much longer Dr. "FamousCancersurgeon" would be. "Oh," was the response I got from a overtly tattooed teenager with Raggedy Ann red hair. "We thought you were here to see Dr. Upcomingandsoontobefamouscancersurgeon. Dr. FamousCancerSurgeon is at a conference on the other coast."

"OK," I said rather pleasantly, considering the hour I'd been waiting next to an odiferous and opinionated old fool who kept fingering the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. "I can see Dr. Upcomingandsoontobefamouscancersurgeon. How much longer will she be?"

"Oh, she's at the conference, too."

"So what you're telling me is that I've been sitting here for an hour waiting to see my doctor, who is 3000 miles from here, and you didn't think you should tell me that when I checked in? Or better yet, when you knew she wasn't going to be here for my appointment so I wouldn't have to have driven into the city, paid for parking and taken the day off work?"

"Calm down, Ma'am. Don't get mad at me! *I* didn't do anything wrong."

I go back to my seat and start gathering up my jacket, my book, my purse, etc. Mr. Odiferous picks that moment to start a conversation, bragging that he's turned this cancer deal into a disability and he's collecting disability payments and supplementing that income with driving his son's cab on the weekends "strictly for cash, you know. They'd cut off my disability if I made too much money. Saaaayyyyy -- what do you think of them nurses that are spreading ebola around?"

"What?!" I asked, more in disbelief than in inquiry. NURSES are spreading ebola now?

"Oh, yeah," he tells me seriously. "They're off taking cruises and flying all over the country when they should be locking themselves up at home so they don't spread that stuff around. That stuff is dangerous! I can't believe how selfish them nurses are being! They should know better!"

"I'm a nurse," I say, "And those nurses aren't spreading ebola."

"Oh yes they are! I seen it on Fox! They ought to know better than to be spreading ebola around hardworking people like me!" Telling him that the nurses thought they were low risk to be infected because they were using the PPE their employer had given them and had believed what they were told about ebola being hard to catch, and that the nurse who flew had actually checked with the CDC first and been told it was OK for her to fly made no dent in his certainty that ebola was going to spread to the whole country and it was all because of nurses.

"What would you do if one of the passengers in your taxi looked sick?"

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't let no sick person into the cab in the first place! I ain't going near no ebola without a hazmat suit, and I don't have a hazmat suit!"

He looked at me smugly, certain that he had made his point.

"Well, those nurses took care of a stranger when they knew for sure he had ebola. And they didn't have hazmat suits either."

"So what? Everyone knows God hates nurses now. That's probably why you got cancer."

There's just no talking to some people . . . many people it seems. (Some of them are even among our membership.) I was already angry about waiting for an hour for an appointment that should have been cancelled or changed days or weeks ago, when the surgeons decided to go to the conference across the country. Maybe that explains what I said next.

"And you got cancer because you're stupid and ignorant," I said. There are times when I've bitten my tongue to shreds to keep from saying something like that to a patient. You know, it felt rather good finally saying it to an odiferous old fool who clearly had it coming!

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Sometimes you just have to say what feels good, doesn't matter if it is nice or not. That was one of those times. No harm done, he is still stupid, ignorant and probably ugly too.

My quote is that "it takes all kinds to make the world go round." I truly believe this, and even the ignorant odiferous one has some type of purpose, we just don't know what it is!!! Sorry you had such a bad day, and it does seem the practice needs to know how to treat patients. I would most likely ask to talk to the office manager, and express my frustration. There was no logical reason why Raggedy Anne receptionist could not have informed you that the MD was not in etc. Poor customer service, something we as nurses are not even allowed to consider!!! I hate it when we are on the other side of the fence and see how poor some services are. Hope the rest of your week went better!!! I find I am less tolerant of others poor services when I give 150% of mine in my work.

Getting mad makes you feel good, but getting even is SOOO much more satisfying.

Next time very sweetly get his name and any other identifying information like age where he lives even if it is just the city, what cab company he drives for. Then go home and call Social Security and the IRS and report him. If he can drive a cab on the weekends, he clearly isn't disabled. If he is getting paid in cash, I guarantee he isn't paying income tax on that income.

You can't fix stupid, but you don't have to pay to support him!

Let the Office Manager know how the person who checked you in is, well, not so good with the spoken word.

Then report the "disabled" cabbie to Disabiity authorities. Get his name via some sleuthing if you don't know it already.

You were justified in how you spoke to him. He likely never skipped a beat, didn't really get it anyway.

What really intrigues me is "now'. Did God used to not hate us?

Will this cabbie/cancer pt let the hated care for him when he needs us?

Ruby, I really liked this post. It was so amusing!

It's amazing what comes out of peoples' mouths sometimes... My coworker at the Immediate Care next door to my office recently had a patient who was sick with (insert what it was here, I don't remember), and he told her, "Well, at least I don't got that El Niño goin' round."

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Gotta add, just to be "fair and balanced", that Fox News has not accused these nurses of "spreading Ebola around".

It hardly matters what Fox, or any other medial outlet says. People listed to XYZ news and come to their own conclusions, conclusions often having no link to what they just "heard".

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Yes, albeit factual lol

Nah, I'm an atheist. And if G-d does exist, I know He loves me, in spite of my lack of belief.

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You go girl. I hope you treated yourself with something nice after all that!

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God loves Nurses....this I know.?

This. :yes:

And he loves when we have to set the babes and fools straight, any way we can. ;)

Sending positive vibes that everything is ok.

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"Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that."

George Carlin

Soo true! :roflmao:

Oh how I miss him...

Oh. My. Word.

What a horrible day made worse by a mean old man. I hope he burns in hell. LOL. He probably will with all that hatefulness he is spewing. Sheesh! What a complete and utter jerk.

I'm so sorry you're dealing with cancer. It is absolutely ridiculous that she let you sit there when neither doctor was there. That is JUST PLAIN MEAN!

hugs!

Oh, well, OK. Just some 24 hours ago...

I'm sitting in the restaurant. It's a local place, I'm living here and going there for the last decade. I know them, they know me, we say "hi". And, mind you, I always leave at least 30% tip. But, nevertheless, I've got my "allergy card" out.

- and, please, I know this food should be OK, I had it before, but please double check because I'm severely allergic to "this" and "that".

- Sure, MAAM!!! - off flied the waitress.

Short time passed, she brings my meal, and the sauce is, quite clearly, pretty much consists of "that" thing. It is wafting the most wonderful smell around but for me it smells just like that memorable aroma of surface cleaner and other much less appetizing stuff - in short, it smells just like an inside of an ER.

- ENJOY YOUR MEAL!!!

I (trying not to look panicky while trying not to breathe and so hold off for another minute what is now getting inevitable):

- please get it out, now.

- WHAT????

I (starting to cough, wheeze and sneeze at the same time):

- take it out, please. I can't have "this", I have an allergy.

The girl is stupefied, she literally can't move a finger of her, much less to figure out what to do.

A man sitting at the nearby table turns his head, sees the scene and runs out of the room toward the guest desk without saying a word. Thank you sir, - I think - he's going to bring someone to help. Next thing I hear, the man is roaring to the manager:

- GET HER OUTTA HERE! SHE'S ONE OF THESE D*** FOREIGNERS! SHE SNEEZES AND COUGHS LIKE CRAZY! SHE MUST HAVE GOT THAT EBOLA!!!

I wish I could laugh out loud but I just can't. Meanwhile, the room which was almost full 60 seconds ago is now totally empty except for some forks who're trying to somehow grab and scrape the rest of their meals.

Manager comes, with extreme caution, and stands at least 10 feet out of the entrance. She immediately recognizes me, then she, at last gets the full ridiculousness of the situation.

Oh my goodness!!!!! I guess some select individuals are afraid of the very people that are going to save their crazy butts! Unbelievable!