On Friday night I was working as per usual when I started wheezing. Ok, whatever, it'll go away. 45 minutes later I called a taxi to get to the hospital since it wasn't getting better. As they were bringing me back through the ED I had another chance for a random act of kindness, which as I'm said before I sorely miss that opportunity living here since human interaction is so limited. A man was afraid of the IV the nurse was trying to put in his arm, and I just stopped, looked him in the eye and said "It's fine, just look away, it's a pinch and it will be done. You need this."

And it worked! He held still, and the IV was inserted. I was then led away to a different room, but I certainly hope that he was ok and didn't freak out and elope (which I've seen in NYC EDs where they leave a trail of blood behind from the IV they ripped out of their arm). I hope whatever he had wrong that he has a good chance and was discharged later that night like I was. I didn't get home until almost 1am, and do not want to repeat the experience, but at least one good thing came of that night.