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From ER staff to ER patient- the continuum of stupid:
Well, I volunteered to work last night, and about 0600 this morning, we had a code come in by private car. Well, as I'm running around the corner on the way to the cardiac room (to get the cot) I rolled my ankle, and fell, right in front of God and everyone. I can't walk, and the house supervisor- who happened to be right there- made me fill out a variance and get checked out. So 2 hours after my shift was supposed to be over and a few x-rays later, I get to leave. They say it's not fractured, but it hurts like nobody's business. I had to drive home (my left foot, but I drive a stick) and I cried all the way. I have never had a sprained ankle, only torn ligaments which required a cast, and a fracture. Pretty sure this hurts just as darn bad.
Want to know the worst part? I feel like the biggest idiot in the world. All I wanted to do is crawl under a rock and die. I'm really some kind of stupid.
Well, I volunteered to work last night, and about 0600 this morning, we had a code come in by private car. Well, as I'm running around the corner on the way to the cardiac room (to get the cot) I rolled my ankle, and fell, right in front of God and everyone. I can't walk, and the house supervisor- who happened to be right there- made me fill out a variance and get checked out. So 2 hours after my shift was supposed to be over and a few x-rays later, I get to leave. They say it's not fractured, but it hurts like nobody's business. I had to drive home (my left foot, but I drive a stick) and I cried all the way. I have never had a sprained ankle, only torn ligaments which required a cast, and a fracture. Pretty sure this hurts just as darn bad.
Want to know the worst part? I feel like the biggest idiot in the world. All I wanted to do is crawl under a rock and die. I'm really some kind of stupid.