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Months ago, we stopped by a hospital for a fever that wasn't getting better. I loathe hospitals and doctors, this was only worry surpassing my will that made me go. The entire time, the nurses are talking ill of all of the patients coming in. A man comes in a wheelchair and exclaims in pain that a stingray got his leg. They dismiss his claim, and send him to a room and tell him to wait patiently for the doctor. He was asking for pain medication and they just shrug him off. When he's out of the main lobby, the front desk and the nurses loathing around immediately turn to each other to TRASH TALK HIM. They laughed at his supposed crisis, and that he was probably faking it. This isn't the first time I witnessed this behavior from our supposed saviors. But it's all going in my mental collection of reasons that I despise this prototype of people. You can tell when someone is really there because they love helping, or if they just want to feel good about the status of being a nurse. I…

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