Diagnosis: Drunk.

Utter fools.

Those club-loving, scantily clad, drink-infested morons who collapse on the steps of night clubs, ko'd by the unimaginable volume of alcohol in their bodies.

And they are surprised to find themselves in A&E once they wake up several hours later, with a needle sticking out of their arm and a bag of saline attached to it, nourishing their poor intoxicated bodies with much needed fluid of the non-poisonous variety.

Then these still drunk buffoons, baffled by their sudden predicament, become angry because
a) they can't remember collapsing unconscious in the street and the thoughtful passer-by who realised that they needed medical treatment, b) we killed their alcoholic high by replacing the stuff with water, and c) we saved their wet-skinned asses by doing so.

Most of them are also angry because they're butt naked. This is because we can't leave them lying in their wet, piss-soaked, vomit-caked clothes while they sleep off the drink, for hygiene and for their own comfort.

From what I've seen, paramedics, nurses and doctors in emergency care only do their very best for every patient, even the drunk ones.
It's just sad (and slightly sickening) that the thanks they quite often get is a mouthful of abuse and occasionally the odd attempted thrash across the face.

Next time you go out on a booze up, try and keep in the back of your mind the place you could end up in if you drink a little too much for your body to cope with.
No one wants to wake up in A&E with a hangover - wouldn't folk much rather have their own bed to cover in spew?

There are some entertaining aspects behind it for the health worker though - drunken verbal abuse can be quite entertaining if it's slurred and total babble.
It also helps us work out how 'with it' you are - I mean, if you're saying "fuck off" in the right context, then at least we know you're orientated to your situation.

Don't be diagnosed as a piss-head.