The reason nobody answers your call light is because this is the emergency room, and answering call lights is not a priority here. We are too busy drawing labs, ordering CTs, giving meds for pain and nausea, and monitoring VS. We've got a nurse out to dinner, and our tech had to go home sick. I gave you the paddle so you could watch TV on the flat screen TV that's in every room in our big fancy new ER, not because I had any intention of coming in here every time you put on your call light. I can see on the monitor in the hallway if you go into a lethal arrhythmia or desat. I can look at my watch and decide if it's time to re-evaluate your pain. I will come check on you when a) It's time, and b) I am able. Please don't ask me for another warm blanket for your poor little footsies the second I walk in the door. You are 32 years old and in good health, and you already have a warm blanket and a wife at the bedside who can adjust the blanket you already have (it sure doesn't look like her arms are broken). I didn't come in here because your call light was on; heck, I didn't even notice it was on. I came in here because the effing x-ray tech didn't hook you back up to all the monitoring equipment when they brought you back from your chest x-ray. Yes, I'll bring you a blanket for your feet, but it will be on the way back from sending urine and blood specs on the patient down the hall, going to the med room to get some Solumedrol for another patient at the other end of the hall, and tracking down the doctor to ask about adding labs to the LOL three doors down who had an abnormal EKG. I'll probably forget all about your blanket even though I don't mean to, simply because it is not a priority, and I won't see the call light when you press it to ask me about it again. Maybe your wife can toss your jacket over your feet, since it is sitting there on the chair right next to her. If I do remember your blanket, I'm going to hand it to your wife, who will give me a bewildered look as if to say "You mean, you're not going to put the blanket on his feet???" as I hustle down the hall with hands full of medications and charts.