I know, it's conjuring up some sort of rural backwater health outpost where only genteel and calm patients very occasionally wander by.
I've worked in several EDs and in every single one, including the distinctly backwater DGH with almost no medical cover at night, I've been assaulted, spat at, slapped, punched, threatened, sworn at, had bins thrown at me, witnessed people in horrendous pain and distress. I have had to care for prisoners convicted of the worst crimes, and those who have only moments before killed a child in an RTC, or been involved a street brawl that's left their victims in a coma. I've had to care for people who are potentially infectious, or coated in chemicals that could be noxious. I've even had to care for a patient who was so violent the riot police with shields and dogs had to come into resus to contain them. I've held dead babies for hours, and resuscitated stab victims as the haemorrhage all over me.
We do all this with rare breaks, rare opportunities to drink or wee and rarely if ever chances to chat beyond a few words. We graft, hard, with patient care as our focus.
ED is not the place, or the time, or the space for people so self involved and lacking in purposeful activity as this.
FWIW, I've worked with people I don't like, even people I don't respect much. I've avoided people, engineered things to not be in the same place at the same time or to avoid direct conversations. I've had cross words or tense disagreements and I've even been shouted at or publicly criticised by senior staff. I haven't ever felt the need to record these occasions, to report them to anyone or do anything more than moan privately to a confidante at a later time - or have a fair and square conversation with the other person if there's a need or desire to clear the air.
It's just unbelievable, preposterous, that all of this has come together like this. That this much time, energy and money has been wasted.