Patients VS Patience

Some days, I have people come into my clinic that make me wonder what the point of manners is.
Others, like today, I realize that I am meant to be a medic and I am grateful for the people that God brings into my path this way. I had a patient with a foreign object embedded in his cornea today. It took quite a bit of work to get it out, but he was patient and polite, and, as 74D's tend to be, rather amusing. He was a funny kid. He'll be back for another appointment, and made a point of asking if I'd be in the clinic that day. He was thrilled to hear I would be. What a punk. He's young, and I'm relatively sure that was his way of flirting, but I don't care. I was the only one in the clinic when he came in (unusual) but knew what to do. I confirmed it with the doctor, and went ahead. I managed to flush out a good portion of the object, but some of it had to be removed with a mini drill to make an abrasion we could get it out of. It was ridiculously cool to watch. My instructions had been to release him if I flushed it out (we thought I had) but when he was still in pain, I asked him to wait to be seen, as I wasn't comfortable releasing him from our care if he was still in pain without having seen a doctor.
I done good.
There are other past patients I've had that have come in to see me, and brought other people in, commenting that I'll take care of them, and telling me how much I helped. I'm just a tech, I am not able to do that much, but attitude truly is everything, isn't it?
I was scared to become a medic when I was in training, but now I know that is what I was supposed to be.
Dustin's being an ass.