And I replied, "Busted penis it is! Bring it on!"
And so it went. The penis? Super broken. Bleeding more than I would have thought. IVs were started, pain meds were delivered, preoperative things were prepared, paperwork was filled out in a frenzy, reports were called. I ran back and forth for about an hour straight. I sat down at the end of the insanity to see that crayzee frequent flyer was pretty much given a stat discharge by my favorite doctor EVAR sans ridiculous workup or that one D medicine that is the only thing that can cure the body aches associated with the common flu (yes really).
I regret nothing. Yup, I had to do way more work, but in the end I got to make a very nice gentlemen with a very legitimate emergency feel better, versus listening to some crazy douche whine about how no one takes her pain seriously while pretending to nod sympathetically or whatever.
And really, pee breaks are for pansies anyway.