Nuts

I think I've effectively ruled out psychiatry. Even though it was nice to see a former patient today who had found a job since he left, patched up things with his dad, and whittled all his girlfriends down to just one that he actually liked. Even though he asked me when I was going to be a doctor so I could be his doctor. How could I resist, I don't know. I'm an impatient person to begin with, then you give me all these nutty people who are all over the place and can't communicate, and I just don't deal well. Perhaps emergency medicine really is the place for me so I can bring 'em in, patch 'em up, and ship 'em out. What good is an impatient shrink anyway?