Why we are here

The last couple of days we've had patients who really made me angry that they were even admitted.  The first was a lousy contractor who decided it would be fun to "experiement" with Ambien, so he took 20.  Jerk!  He ended up coding and we had to use valuable resources in order to resuscitate hime!  I know some of the nurses I work with feel that way about the people here because of the lack of health care but I feel that way about someone who purposely inflicts stupidity on themselves.

The second person, again a contractor, decided to get drunk and then fall down two flights of stairs.  Again, inflicted her own trauma and again, I have zero empathy for her.  What a waste of resources when we can be using them for our blown up soldiers.

In the beginning of this blog I felt sorry for the Enemy Prisoner of War (EPW) that we have been and are still caring for, primarily because I thought "he's only fighting for what he believes in".  This may be true, however, the patient we got tonight made me tear up. 

An 11 year old boy was admitted because the Taliban attacked his family with an ax, YES I SAID AN AX!  Who the hell attacks a family with an ax?  This poor baby will be physically ok but these children here have seen so much misery and sorrow.  This baby hardly shed a tear...what kind of child doesn't cry when he's attacked with an ax?  I have so much anger I know I would have no probelm finding this Taliban member and ripping his scrotum off through his nose!  God I hope we can bring some kind of peace to this miserable country who has experienced so much destruction and sorrow.  This is the reason we are here.  Now I must go shed some tears.