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“FUCK THE BABY!!” “I’M MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY F**KING BABY! says Lawyer with slightly sprained wrist in A&E

 

“FUCK THE BABY!!”  “I AM MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY FUCKING BABY!!” 

“I’M A LAWYER AND I CAN HAVE EVERY ONE OF YOU AND RUIN YOUR CAREERS HAVE YOU ALL SACKED AND NOT WORK FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIVES!!”

The staff stopped what they were doing.  All doctors,  nurses and A&E staff stopped what they were doing and it went silent.  Looking at the young man, the man with the sprain wrist from playing badminton and falling wrong, the man who screamed for attention and demanded it above everyone else, because he was a lawyer.  They all looked, stopped what they were doing in suspended animation over their critical patients and looked at one another and looked at him.

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A&E was packed and busy. Nurses were rushed off their feet.   There are only so many doctors and nurses in any department and emergencies take priority.  In fact, most times there is only one doctor on, and he/she has to take care of everyone.  Nobody can have anything done until a doctor assesses them and a proper diagnoses given.  And often the one doctor on A&E is also the one doctor covering all the wards and mental health units at night and over a weekend.  Being called off to adjust someone’s meds,  attend to a new inpatient,  respond to a self-harm or suicide attempt,  respond to emergencies on wards such as heart attacks, strokes,  multiple organ failures, haemorrhaging and the dead. It is often said:  “Death Never Comes for Just One.  He always comes in bunches.”  One ward can see 4-5  deaths all in one shift.  Nothing untoward or neglectful or failure of NHS  the patient has just come to the end and died of whatever illness, accident or disease they have had.  However, it is often said by medical and emergency professionals either nothing happens of everything happens.

And it is the one or two doctors covering A&E and the rest of the hospital who have to attend,  examine the patient and confirm they are dead and do all the paperwork on top. Don’t Forget the PaperWork.  

Therefore,  on very busy nights and a pressurised and full A&E it can be a nightmare.  Nurses and doctors have to be totally organised and focused and none emergency and none critical have to be put at the back of the queue while those in most immediate danger come first.  Most people understand this and people who come to A&E  are very tolerant and very patient awaiting their time while critical cases go pass them and come before them.

On one night, the A&E was pushed to the limit.   Every cubicle was occupied and it was clearly a very busy night with some critical cases.  A very young baby screamed and screamed in distress and pain having come in from suffering an accidental burns accident at home.  Its cries getting to everyone’s hearts and tearing the toughest apart as they wanted to baby to be Ok and settle down. But it just cried as mum and staff tried to attend to it.  It really was tearing everyone’s heart out. Nobody minded putting themselves after the baby and the baby coming first.

An elderly man sat opposite in a cubicle.  He had obviously had a fall and got a very serious large head injury.  His head, face and clothes were covered in blood and he was disorientated and confused.  He did not know where he was. He just kept saying he wanted to go home and trying to get off the high rise bed.  And he would insist on discharge,  staff were too busy so I took it on myself to reassure him,  remind him he had had a fall and cut his head, he was in hospital and had to wait for the doctor,  he was going to be alright and his daughter was coming in.   This had to be repeated several times as in disorientation and confusion he would forget in the next few minutes and start again,  insisting on trying to get out of bed and make his way off the A&E unit with the machinery and wires still attached to him.

Farther down the corridor, and it was a corridor as A&E cubicles were full a man in his late 50s lay on a trolley.  He had had a heart attack. It was touch and go, they were not sure he would make it. All interventions had been done.  There were no beds in the cubicles and there was as yet no bed available on ward.  He was surrounded by his family, his wife,  his own mum and dad, his brothers and grown-up children.  Even small children were gathered around the skirts of their parents and grandparents as they sat in plastic chairs or stood around him awaiting his fete and hoping and praying he would pull through.  He was loved.  Everyone was doing what they could do but he was critical.

Meanwhile,  one young lawyer occupied one cubicle.  He had been there some time.  He had come in having injured and slightly sprained his wrist during playing badminton or squash.  Went to play a shot, fell and landed on his wrist awkwardly.  It was sprained, it was not broken,  but after initial examination and assessment, it is often the practice in A&E to let the patient wait a bit of time to make sure there is nothing else and observe there is nothing that has been missed.

The Young Buck Lawyer could not understand this.  He wanted attention and could not understand why he had been left.  he shouted loudly and aggressively.  The nurses and doctors passing the cubicle took time to reassure him and tell him everything had been done and it was just a matter of monitoring him to make sure nothing else untoward was happening. Then they rushed to their immediate emergencies.

This was not enough for the Young Lawyer, he shouted and shouted and shouted and screamed for attention and insisted they see him above all other people.  He was getting a nuisance and a noise and an insistent menace.

I was a nurse who worked in the crisis teams and acute wards and in the community.  I had come in to borrow a ring cutter as one of my agoraphobic patients had crushed her ring into her finger during an epileptic seizure and it was stuck with the pointed ring setting cutting into her finger.  She was agoraphobic and sociophobic and nothing was going to get her to A&E or anywhere else.  So the answer was to get the ring cutter to her and cut the ring off her finger in her home.

I was also trying to support and help by reassuring the patients and the old man with the head injury and concussion who did not know where he was and wanted to go home.  I also tried to reassure the young man that all was being done, and after initial assessment, there was nothing to be done except wait and observe and make sure nothing else developed. Nothing did or was. He just had a sprained wrist which was sore.

I pointed out the crying baby and the man on the trolley with family around and the poor old man with a severe head injury with blood pouring out and down his face and body.  Trying to get him to have empathy and feel some responsibility and compassion

That is when he said “FUCK THE BABY!” “I AM MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY FUCKING BABY! I AM A LAWYER AND I CAN HAVE YOU ALL.”

The staff stopped, everything went silent.  Senior staff looked at one another, then a consultant came over.  He came into the cubicle of the young man and said.

“Are you in any further pain other than your sprained wrist?”

“Are you suffering any dizziness or feeling faint?”

“No.” said the lawyer

“Are you bleeding?”

“No” said the Lawyer

“Are you having a heart attack?”

“No.” said the Lawyer

“THEN YOU CAN GO HOME.  YOU ARE DISCHARGED.”

End of threat and crisis.  Lawyer dismissed and sent home.

Only way to deal with it. Get rid and avoid

They sit in backs of taxis and want free taxi rides, they visit restaurants and pubs and want free booze and food and they always say how they can ruin you.  Even excellent professionals in health and nursing and can stop a ward or other patients needs because they can demand above all.

That is Lawyers.

More Important Than Any Baby, Person Dying from a Heart Attack or Old Man with a Head Injury

Would I trust them? Never.  Got too much experience like many.

They will Protect the Rot and Attack the Good.

Yours

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