38 year old white female. Drinking excessively while walking the railroad tracks, (she reported to the ER at the "outside hospital" [OSH} that she had 25 beers) she got tired and laid down. On. the. tracks! Okay, so OSH means whatever podunk hospital a patient stops at before being brought to us due to the severity of their injuries. Anyway, the ER staff reported to our hospital that she was being obnoxious and abusive to them.
Her: "What the *&%#* are you doing with my feet?!"
ER staff: You don't have any feet, you were hit by a train and they were cut off.
Her: Yes I do! *%&
She was tubed (on a ventilator) when we got her so we were spared. For now.
Is this normal stuff to you? I don't know because I see this all the time. I know, what I see at work is representative of hundreds of thousands of people out there, and I'm only seeing a few of the idiots, right? Is that what you would tell me? Because, I wonder if that's true. I ask myself, what if the idiots are in the majority and they are just usually incredibly lucky? It sounds not only reasonable at times, but likely. Think of the idiots you know, and we all know or have known them. Guys who drive drunk all the time. Or ride their ATVs, or fly around the lake in their boats, or water ski, or drive their snowmobiles. Drunk. I know, not everyone who is an idiot is drunk, or are they? I'm not so sure, because nearly all the idiots I see are drunk and/or high, or were injured by idiots who were drunk and/or high.
There is a certain amount of futility in this job, to say the least. Modern medicine allows us to save many more of the idiots, who will never pay their medical bills, so that they can have more chances to take themselves out, or to take out someone else, maybe even one of us who is paying for their last hospital stay. Cynical? No, that's the tip of the cynical iceberg. You should cut a wide path so you miss the rest of it. Thugs, and drunks, and junkies, oh my!
I have to avoid looking around and thinking, "Who among these is actually worth saving?" Because, that is not my decision, or anyone else's, for that matter. My personal belief is that God decides our paths, and we are not masters of our fate. I think the Trauma ICU backs up that view. Those that "should" live often do not, and those that deserve no less than death, sometimes live. From a strictly human standpoint, it sucks.
If I was God, things would be different. Probably not better, but different. First, I would institute the three strikes policy. For those doing really stupid things and failing to learn their lesson for the third time, there would be instant, severe, and permanent punishment. This brings me to The Piffle. Humans demanding instant, severe, and permanent punishment would disappear, probably with the proverbial lightning bolt strike from God. *Piffle!* I would initiate reincarnation as a form of punishment only, for excessively stupid and annoying humans. They would all come back as slugs, or roaches, or rats, or some other disgusting creature, loathed by the whole of the animal world. Oh, and they would fully remember having been human, and would know that they were whatever they were as punishment. And they would live that way for 100 years, unless someone poured salt on them. Or something. I haven't fully worked it out since the God position doesn't seem to be coming open any time soon. Oh, and if it was, I would be way down the list, anyway.
If I was Satan, I would encourage humans to be idiots even more. I would advocate lots of drugs and alcohol, starting in school so they adopt the habits for adulthood. I would advocate lots of unprotected sex with multiple partners, so as to spread disease. I would always advocate violence as the preferred solution to conflicts.
You know, I have to stop there, because if you have turned your TV on lately, it is hard to deny that there is a Satan, and that he's doing a bang-up job. (Should you be wanting to deny such a thing.) And I'm not trying to convince anyone one way or the other. But, if what is happening to humans the world over is evolution at its finest, I want nothing to do with it. Paint me primitively "religious" and leave me with my delusions. I'll be working on my "Will be a homeless veteran when the world ends, please help, God bless" sign.
Don Quixote was a visionary. Or, I need some sleep. Yeah, that's it.
Cut lyrics: Billy Joel, C'Etait Toi (You Were The One)