The problem with medicine is the people.

Imagine the worst scum-of-the-earth man you’ve ever met with alcohol-laden breath that would make Jack Daniels cry.  Now give him pancreatitis and excruciating abdominal pain. Next, ship him to the hospital so that I can take care of him.

The beauty of medicine is the people.

Imagine a wonderfully sweet 65-year-old woman with 6 grandchildren and baking skills that would make Betty Crocker smile. Now give her a massive heart attack and excruciating chest pain.  Next, ship her to the hospital so that I can take care of her.

Interesting dynamic, I suppose.