Honestly the best piece of advice I can give to younger girls trying to figure life out is to completely ignore men. I’m not being quirky or cute when I say that, I mean it seriously. Ignore men’s judgments of you, ignore their insincere compliments, ignore their half-assed romance. Focus on developing yourself. Practice your art, play sports, do theater, volunteer, spend time with your friends, but do not put substantial effort into pleasing men. They’ll be there for you to pursue when the time comes and if you want to. But nothing will waste your youth more than fighting for male acceptance.
Yesterday was 13 hours of full on running. Four critical limb arterial cases, back to back to back. I stopped to eat a sandwich at 4somethingPM because I last ate 22 hours prior, and I was feeling a bit woozy. I got bitched at by Case 2 because I said I'd take him for his postop walk at 1500 and got to him at 1503 (I shit you not). Case 4 yelled at me because he was CASE FOUR. Seriously? I'd like to find the person who came up with the whole "customer service care model" and punch him in the face. We don't play by those rules in my facility, but the sheer entitlement factor that it has spawned is nearly everything that is fucked up with how patients view healthcare.
I'm not a fucking servant. I'm here to keep you alive. If you can't have a shred of gratitude for that, then at least show some civility.