Spiga


Trau·ma  Junk· ie  ( 'trau-m&  'j&[ng]-kE) n. Slang
  1. One who has an insatiable interest, devotion or addiction to responding and assisting people with serious injury or shock to the body, as from violence or an accident.

A Message to a Drug Addict


I don't know why you didn't listen to Mr. Mackey. Surely you've seen South Park on your big screen TV that you bought with your welfare check (the portion that wasn't spent on cocaine.)

I've seen your type all too often when working in hospitals. You make the nurse ask me for your pain medicine either the second it is due, thirty minutes early because you "know they can give it early," or you swear at all of us because you never ever got the pain medicine that you, in fact, did get.

Within minutes of receiving your pain medicine (usually something really strong, IV push) you manage to sneak downstairs and get your fix. All the while, you think we have absolutely no idea what is going on.

Apparently, you think we're completely oblivious to the fact that your room wreaks of a freshly used crack pipe (trust me, we know this because we've encountered it a lot). We must not make rounds to your room, in your mind, because you're up all night long, tweaking out, pacing back and forth in your room and having a three-hour long conversation about buying some coke when your get your unemployment check on Monday. (I know, we probably weren't supposed to hear that, but you talk so loud that they probably heard you on the next floor). If you're trying to not seem like a crackhead, don't ask for a "handful of sugar packets" every hour and about 9 cups of coffee from 11pm-7am.

So, maybe these things don't make you seem like a crackhead; just maybe. Here's the kicker, though: You then tell me about how when you went downstairs to smoke (at a smoke-free hospital) and ended up realizing 20 minutes later that the car you were sitting in wasn't your car, and as a matter of fact, it wasn't even the same color car that you own. You say you felt so silly and that you must have been confused because of your pain medication.

That's possible. However, chances are you sat down in that car because you were high out of your mind. And it's also possible that we called the doctor for a urine drug screen and you tested positive for cocaine.

Seriously, how stupid do you think we are?

I think it's the other way around. You're probably going to be surprised to know that you are going to be discharged early-- as in today, instead of Tuesday, because of your stupid choices.

I guess the moral of this story is simple: If you're in the hospital and we're giving you good drugs in your IV, don't get somewhere else to get your own illegal drugs while you're in the hospital; If you do, you'll probably get sent home to do your drugs there.

I take care of you because I care about my CNA certification and my CRT/RRT license I'll apply for in about a year and a half, and I don't want to get nailed with neglect, but it's so hard to take care of someone who doesn't care about themselves.

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