(Another) maladjusted, non-working, non-contributing, suck-the-life-right-out-of-me repeat offender for various complaints of pain and anxiety was "rushed" to the ER by an apparent new friend, breathless with concern. This was apparently her first performance for the new friend; we had seen this same one dozens of times, the very familiar "unresponsive" in the car act, followed by miraculous consciousness and hyperventilation. And pain. Yawn.
After demanding a wheelchair, assistance, a Go Directly to a Treatment Room hall pass, and yelling for "somebody to fu*king do something" for his new friend's chronic and life threatening panic attack and narcotic-needing pain condition he said:
"This is an emergency! She can't breath! She needs.....Spazepam!"
No shit. Let me just pull the pin on that Ativan grenade and let it fly, then everyone will feel allllllllll better.