:evil: You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You must be very lucky that none of your close friends or family was ever in a crisis that they couldn't handle, life circumstances that were beyond their control? I guess next you'll be saying crippled people don't need crutches because they have all of their appendages!
Now I'd like to take a minute to say that I wasn't always compassionate. I would snicker, chuckle or joke about somebody less abled until the day I was critically injured. Shoe on the other foot and the like, ya know. I used to be less than compassionate about "people that wanted to end it all..." until I got to the point were I couldn't deal with the fear, stress and pressure of being a combat medic in Iraq. Walk a mile in someone else's shoes and the like, ya know.
Yes, the BS calls for headaches, sniffles, stubbed toes, three week old injuries and everything else makes me want to pull my hair out and curse the gods and goddesses of Prehospital Care. Yes, it is not my emergency, it is theirs'. But they called me, I'm there on the clock for them. They are relying on me to take care of what ails them, to take care of their emergency. If I don't like it, I can always quit and find another job. When your instructors tell you to treat your patients like one of your family, you need to treat your patient as if they were one or YOUR family. You need to treat your patient as if they were one or YOUR family. You need to treat your patient as if they were one or YOUR family.
It's not something printed in texts to boost book prices or for instructors to say just to be PC.
If you can't reach down and find compassion for the people you are charged to care for, you are just a driver, just a babysitter. Therefore, you could go work for UPS/FedEx or babysit the neighbors kids and leave the lifesaving to the dedicated ones.
(WitchDr sits on his soapbox and hangs his head)
