IDIOTS IN THE SNOW.

IDIOTS IN THE SNOW​

I love winter, and everything that it entails. I love snow, I love shoveling, I love hurtling down a snow covered mountain on a thin piece of plastic. I love hockey, I love skating, and I love the twinkle of snowflakes as they fall past a sunburnt orange streetlight. ​

Snow also provides for really amazing stories. People go CRAZY with snow - and when you're dealing with people who are already working with half a deck of cards, things only get better. ​

A couple of years ago, the area that I was in was absolutely crushed by a blizzard. We had just experienced snow like the East Coast hadn't seen for decades. Overnight, the area that I was in received 32 inches of snow - THIRTY TWO. Overnight.  
A State of Emergency was declared.
Highways were closed for days, with people stranded in their cars for hours, requiring helicopters to fly them out. 
Public transit was shut down - all of it. No taxis, no buses, no train, no subways.
A man who had attempted suicide by jumping out of a ninth story window was saved when he landed on a huge pile of garbage that had accumulated during the blizzard. 
People died because emergency help was not readily available to everybody who needed it. 
The world came to a standstill. For most people. 

After spending two and half hours shoveling and praying, I made it into work.  I used the not as of yet plowed highways, I passed the stranded snow plows, and I actually made it into work on time. There weren't many others that could claim the same, and the hospital was a veritable ghost town. 

We had about 15% of the regular staff, and all of the immediate roadways surrounding the hospital were an absolute mess. Ambulances, not the  most nimble of vehicles to begin with, didn't have a chance in hell of making it to the ambulance bay. But those gung ho paramedics, God bless them, were doing everything they could to get the sick to the ER. Some were carrying patients in from over a mile away. And amidst the struggle, with everybody coming together in a time of hardship to provide the best emergency care possible - this happened: 

One of my senior physicians approached a young female of 18 years who had come into the emergency room with a special female problem that day. BY AMBULANCE. ​

DoctorPeds: Hi. I'm DoctorPeds. I understand you came into the hospital today because you're having an abnormal discharge. And it started three days ago. Is that right? ​
Patient: Yeah. 
DoctorPeds: And you called the ambulance? 
Patient: Yeah. So what? 
DoctorPeds: The state has declared an emergency. People have been stranded in their cars for hours and are being airlifted to safety. There are elderly people dying from heart attacks in their homes, and we can't get to them because of the snow. And you took one of the very few ambulances that we have on the road, and abused it for a vaginal discharge that you've been experiencing for three days? What were you thinking?
Patient: *sucks teeth* Well, my vagina be just as important to me as my heart is. 

You need a license to drive a car, but not to have a baby. This person is going to procreate.

HOMELESS. DRUNK. HILARIOUS.

HOMELESS. DRUNK. HILARIOUS. ​

​Typing away at my computer one dreary Saturday night, trying desperately to catch up on my charting before the next wave of patients hits, I'm startled by some screaming at the far end of the ER.  I look to my right, and I see something that is pretty much the norm - a homeless man making a scene. He's a patient of the other physician that I'm working with tonight, and I'm filled in on a little bit of the action. The guy is absolutely obliterated, and was found face down in the middle of the street with his left eye swollen shut, a bunch of abrasions to his face, and no recollection of what had happened. So, like I said before, pretty much the norm. 

He's wearing a rigid cervical collar and a Canadian tuxedo - stone washed jeans and jean jacket - and he's wearing it well. He's coupled his tuxedo with one old boot, no shirt, and a scraggly grey beard that is matched in length and shabbiness only by the ring of 10 inch long hair that encircles his bald spot (a la Hulk Hogan circa 2008).  Maybe 130 pounds soaking wet. ​ The amount of shirts that he is wearing matches the amount of teeth that he has remaining in his Scope smelling mouth. For those of you that are a little slow, that number is zero.  

He's pretty much got everybody in the emergency department paying attention by now, as he's making such a scene. The other doctor is trying to reason with him, and having about as much success as you would expect seeing as how the guy's alcohol level is well over four times the legal limit. Then, his Oscar moment: ​

Doctor2: I understand that you are tired of waiting, sir, but the radiologist is still reading your scans, so it will be a short while longer before we can take off your collar and allow you to leave. 
​Patient: Get me the f**k out of here! If I wanted to be somewhere for eight hours, I'd get a job!

It is the first and only time that I have ever been a part of a standing ovation in the ER. Well done, sir. Well done. ​