Some suicidal nimrod put three well-child checks on my schedule for today.
If you hear in the news that Tacoma, Washington burned down, you'll know the reason why.
I'm fixin' to wreak Stalingrad-level destruction up in here if they're not taken off my schedule and thrown to the pediatrician. Which, by the way, is why we hired a pediatrician: pediatric patients!
For the record, it is not the patients themselves who trigger this kind of a threat-response; they're almost always complete angels. It's the parents. If you have never wanted to personally test the aerodynamic properties of a grown human being, try sitting in on a visit with a pedes patient and their parent/guardian.
I've lost track of the number of spectacularly wrong-headed sperm-and-egg donors I've drop-kicked out of my clinic for being anti-vaxxers. When they drag three or more kids into my exam room for school physicals and bleat "just get 'em all done at once!", I start looking for a window to jump out of. I've had parents holding babes-in-arms in all obliviousness to poop-in-diapers while I'm examining the kids who graduated out of Huggies Pullups, gagging and trying not to vomit the whole time.
My clinic is for adult homeless patients. Kids and mainstream patients go to our mainstream clinic two blocks away.
Okay...... *tests pulse, breathes deeply*
Showtime...
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You shall overcome, Sir. 
-- Mal
And I do love people.
Just not their parents... 
often rude and impatient people, but still....
no, i hear ya. i was an emt for a while ages ago, and let's just say emts sometimes see people, uh, not at their best....
Thanks for doing that job. EMT's rock so hard... 
Our care coordinator said: "It better not have been my car. I'll be pissed!"
I replied: "So will your car!" 
ah, the subtle difference between being pissed off and pissed on....
