There are times
with my job where it takes all of my patience to tell a patient that
they are acting like a spoiled brat. Granted, I understand that they
are afraid and are hiding behind a guise of impatience and rudeness
to mask their terror and vulnerability, but sometimes some people
take it so over the top that even the nicest people I work with are
cursing about them behind their backs.
“Sara” is one
such woman. She is rude, entitled, and snotty. If we did not drop
everything to assist her right that instant, then we would have a
Recipient Rights Compliant filed against us. If we told her 'no,' or
tried to explain a rule, BAM, RRC. She drives us all up one wall and
down another, and all I can do is hide it until I get home, until I
can relax with my cup of tea and vent and yes, even laugh about it.
That's one thing
I've learned, working here: Laughter really is the best medicine.
I sit at my kitchen
table, talking wildly, complaining loudly, and my Chosen sits across
from me with a little smile on his face as I begin to mimic her tone,
her demands, and suddenly I see how pointless it is to get so worked
up over one patient, and I too begin to smile, and suddenly we're
both laughing, and after I'm out of air I just smile instead, and
then he grins and knocks my shoulder, and I go to bed happy.
Too many people are
too easily offended. I know outside of work that I am too. But Sara
has taught me that I can't be hurt or confused or offended just
because one patient out of hundreds treats me with dismissal and
disrespect; I know I have helped a good many people fight
their battles, and maybe even defeat a few monsters too. I do good
work, and I am proud of my work.
I can't let one
woman, no matter how frustrating she is, get the better of me like
that. So instead I'll ignore the tone, ignore the rudeness and the
threats, and treat her with the same efficiency and care that I do
with every patient that I meet.
And, at the end of
a particularly hard night, I'll go home, make myself a cup of tea and
honey, and laugh about it.
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