my predicament

Should we:
...laugh at the troll that walks in, holding a bottle of silk worms, bringing the entire family to be seen for recurrent non-healing sores?
...mock the stupidity of the parents that comes in at 2 in the morning, rushing their child that has an insect/mosquito bite?
...get mad at a frequent flier middle aged woman with a headache of over 2 weeks, who sought help to different specialist and didn't find anything wrong with her?
...be pissed off on a 52 year old man who can't use the triage door, instead insisted to get in to the ambulance bay because he has "severe chest pain" unrelieved with several narcotic pain medicine?
...get tired of taking care of the frequent flier quadriplegic who apparently fakes his seizures or the morbidly obese woman who has a trache and always has shortness of breath?

Many have lost their integrity in their profession. A lot of it may be blamed from the different kinds of abuses encountered.
And in (the Pollyannaism World) our line of business, "we can just pretend that we really care for our clientele."( perceived from the principal's office...shhhhh).

Meanwhile, I am doing my reality check. So far, of my xx years of service, pretending is not part of my job description. Tragically though, I will be encountering more of (ugh)idiosyncrasy, not the clients, but with the gods. And with the help of the Almighty Higher Ups, may I not stroke out and hit my head on the ground when I get to see or talk to the sourpuss (again), because even in my reincarnation, I don't wanna be like them, "the deity of morons."


"When you look for the bad in mankind expecting to find it, you surely will."
Abraham Lincoln, Inscription on Pollyanna's locket, a gift from her father~ Pollyanna is a best-selling 1913 novel by Eleanor H. Porter