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Hospital Tales: SWAT

Every morning i have to walk through a graffiti-ed underground pass that leads to my specialist clinic. And every morning the words in bold "S.W.A.T" (Service With A Thought) scream out at me, reminding me of how similar the work of a patient assistant staff and a member of the actual Special Weapons And Tactics team is like.

According to Wikipedia, the duties of a (real) SWAT team include:

* Non-violent apprehension of desperate barricaded suspects
* Protecting emergency personnel against snipers
* Neutralizing guerilla or terrorist operations
* Rescuing officers and citizens captured or endangered by gunfire

And according to me, the duties of a patient-assistant:

* Non-violent assistance of desperate kiasu patients - like those who come at 9am to register for their 11am appointment and wonder angrily WHY ON EARTH they have to wait for 2 hours.

* Protecting all personnel against patient-snipers whose ammunition include "I'll complain to your nurse manager!" and "I'll write a letter to the Straits Times Forum!"

* Neutralizing patient terrorists who will only be satisfied only when they have made your life a little more miserable. Read: Mr. Blue Shirt.

* Rescuing soft-spoken colleagues captured or endangered by gunfire of loud, demanding and completely rude middle-aged men and tai-tais.

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