I'm a health-care worker in a busy Seattle ER. Last night you came in again, whining, your boyfriend in tow, drunk, obnoxious--stating that you took an OD of Tylenol. You had a fight, and I suppose to punish him you took the pills, intending for him to find you so he could drag you here to get your stomach pumped out.

I hate you people. You are such a waste of my time and energy. I'm not the only health-care worker who feels this way; many of us do. First of all, you can't kill yourself by OD'ing on Tylenol. You'll just need a liver transplant in 10 years or so (and it won't be mine!). Second of all, we all know you're not serious... you're just looking for attention, sick as that is. Attention I could be spending on someone who really needs it!

It sounds sick, but I actually admire those who commit suicide. If you're in that much pain and nothing helps, who can blame you? It takes a lot of guts to jump off a bridge, walk in front of a train, or blow your head off. So if you're serious, step up to that ledge, my friend, and just do it. Otherwise, stay the fuck out of my ER!

--Anonymous