But in combination with other things, it's almost intolerable. The enraged patients who are upset because they waited so long to be told nothing is wrong. The one that swore and screamed and threatened to sue because the million dollar work up was all negative (side note, she knew her body). The ones using their immaculate, cancer free brains to think of what to say to get more Dilaudid, yelling obscenities at us at the top of their healthy, well oxygenated lungs on the way out the door to go home to their families that they will spend several more pain free decades with.
The juxtaposition kills me, but the truth is that most all of us, myself included, are walking around on and breathing with tons of precious gifts that we never acknowledge. I've been bummed out about my ten year old car breaking lately. This morning I'm just thanking God for my pain free body and my kick ass cardiopulmonary system. Not everyone got one today.