No matter how bad it gets, at least I didn't wake up from my sleep to find my lips and tongue so swollen that I couldn't put my tongue back in my mouth, go downstairs to call an ambulance, fall down said stairs and get a compound ankle fracture on top of the worst angioedema I've ever seen in my life. Not only that, but this poor woman couldn't get conscious sedation or really even enough pain medicine for the doctor to reset the bone in her ankle because we didn't want her to lose her airway and end up getting a cricotomy. So she had to just sit there and feel all of it, after her husband totally bailed on her because he didn't want to see it happen.
Yup. All that makes a 12 hour shift 15 minute lunch, two bathroom breaks and histronic crazy patients sound pretty awesome in comparison.