Flashback Last Sunday: Play Your Position

The head nurse came in to speak to me. I could hear the walkie   talkies of security still in the hall. "I know you don't want security in here but we called security because I can't have my nurses getting hurt. I am going to have to go to the ER because I banged my head on the wall."

I like this nurse, I knew her from my first go round at Columbia, and I genuinely would never want to see her hurt by anyone. I could empathize with her, but I also have to advocate for my son.

The shaky ponytailed resident who I had to become "Irene from Farragut Projects" on stood behind her, trying to offer silent moral support.

" I really feel for you because you got hurt. You know the last thing I would want is anyone getting hurt. But your injury is (pointing to the resident) his fault."

His eyes grew wide at my blatant accusation. 

"We didn't just come in off the street. We were expected for days now. You knew how Jason could get. Him and his team were not prepared. When I walked in and Jason was still calm I told you to get him seroquil. I even told you how much to give him. You came back with 25mg which is less than his regular dose and then you want to call security to clean up your mess because you Panicked? You didn't listen to me-Fuck that! Because you can't count you think I will allow you to call huge guys to come in and begin yelling at him and holding him down to make you safe?? If everybody plays their position nobody will get hurt. I'm here playing mine, if he played his -you-wouldn't be headed to emergency."

I know I will be The topic of gossip among them for days but I told you before: IDGAF.