Gone but not forgotten.

here did Mr. B. go? I've been watching him watch me for the last 4 hours and now that it's finally his turn to be seen he's gone. The least these people could do is tell someone before they leave. But I waited for 8 hours and you never came to see me. First of all — you only waited 7 hours. Don't exaggerate. Second — I was busy seeing other patients. I was saving lives! Yeah, right! I could see you from where I was sitting — joking with the nurses, eating that sandwich … What! How dare you! How would you like it if I came to your office and stared at you while you did your job? Are you saying that I shouldn't eat — that I can't have a normal conversation with a nurse? Do I need to ask your permission to take a pee? I was working for 5 hours without a break before I grabbed that sandwich. I sat for 8 hours and nobody fed me! Anyway, I was feeling better and I wanted to go home. But I don't know that — all I have is your chart. The triage note is bad. It says your headache started suddenly — you could have a leaking aneurysm for all I know. But I feel better! Listen — let me be the judge of that. And the least you could have done is told someone before you left. Excuse me?! You've got some nerve making me wait for 8 hours, sitting me next to the moaning woman with the " life-threatening " toe injury and the homeless guy who hasn't bathed in a month and then getting mad at me when I leave. But you came here for help. You had a chart made, the nurse talked to you — we have a " relationship. " I care what happens to you. Isn't that sweet! You don't care about me — you care about getting sued. You're just trying to cover your own backside. You know — I'm really trying here. I'm working as hard as I can. I saw 20 sick patients this morning and the waiting room is fuller than when I started. Well maybe you need some help. Maybe you should hire some more doctors or something. Are you saying that I can't handle the load? That I'm not fast enough? You …