Now, even your local ER nurses are acting like pricks too! Questioning your abilities, criticizing your assessment, accusing you of negligence...
A clearly delineated, well communicated description of a duck, that walks like a duck and quacks like a duck and smells like a duck, it is a bloody DUCK, not a ZEBRA. Translation; the raging wild out of control incoherent blubbering incontinent of feces AND urine aggressive sweating uncooperative combative PSYCH patient we brought in is sleeping and/or actively choosing to ignore us, NOT dying of an overdose of mysterious pills no one knows about. Her comatose behaviour and sweaty clothes and urine soaked legs are because she was out of control emotionally and we were desperate to get her help but she was desperate NOT TO GO; and not because she's dying of neglect and oversight on my part. I do the best I can, and you have to at least act like like you trust me, or at least be polite. Why be a bitch when you don't have to? We have to work together again, you know. I'm going to be a bee in your ear for quite awhile to come. You didn't SEE the flailing wailing swearing snot and tears combative behaviour on the stairs in her apartment building, so you don't know what's in store if she comes raging back up, handcuffs off this time, ready to punch your face and spit on you for trying to help her. Maybe if you had, you would understand why we were reluctant to agitate her by requiring her to respond.
If it walks like a duck, and talks like a duck, it is a fucking duck.
That is ALL I would like to SAY.
Plus perhaps that it is not the job itself but the people I work with and amongst and alongside and despite of, that burns me out.