Yeah, people don't respond well to a compound tib/fib fracture in the Walmart deli. Or a radius/ulna in the Walgreen's soft drink aisle. Even worse is when you have to try and stabilize "it" as the responding squad while you wait for the barry wagon to arrive because the pt is too fucking massive to fit in a regular cot, but the idiot calling EMS was too sensitive/PC to say that the wandering local livestock was large enough to throw off local USGS seismograph readings with every step. Every day, no matter how bad of a day I'm having, I always manage to brighten my mood by reminding myself I'm no longer involved with medicine, and I'm so fucking glad about that.