Traumatic Liscense..

Watching medical shows on television,ER and House for example,you get the feeling that emergency rooms are high velocity hotbeds of suffering,tragedy,and various assorted and sundry traumas too horrible to contemplate.
For the most part,this just isn't so.
It's all about waiting,comparing ailments,and most of all,Workmen's Comp.
"What's the problem sir/ma'am?" The receiving nurse asked each person,with just enough sympathy to appear genuine.
"I hurt my knee..AT WORK!"
"I twisted my ankle...AT WORK!"
"I was at work,working,when I bent over to pick up a very heavy work related crate of work documents and hurt my back!...AT WORK!"

LIMP...SIGH...GROAN...

I sat there listening to this parade of charades for several hours,waiting for my lucky triage number to be called,and getting more irritable by the minute,when a young man came bursting through the doors shouting,"My wife is in the car!..She's overdosed on muscle relaxers!"
A wheelchair flashed,and blue smocks dashed to retrieve the semi-comatose woman.
"Get her into room 6 STAT!!"

At this point,..I may have committed a social faux pas..

"HEY!...Why does THAT broad get to go in before ME?..She just swallowed a bottle of muscle relaxers,...I'M THE ONE WHO'S TENSE!!"...