There's no "I" in team...or cult.........

I always tell people that everything that I do involves teamwork. Sailing, scottish country dancing, and work. While some people prefer to work alone, locked in a cubicle, I would rapidly kill myself or my computer. I need people. "People, people who need people..are the luckiest people..." or sometimes they're a pain in the ass. Anyway today was an example of why I love this job. Simple scenario-guy smacks his hand in a door and gets a cut on his finger. No big deal. Next day goes to the Medic because it looks a little infected. Medic cleans it up tells him to come back the next day. Comes back the next day and now it's really swollen, he sees the PA who starts him on antibiotics, thinks that it's an abscess and pokes a hole in it; tells him to come back the next day. Comes back the next day and, holy sausage wrapper, Batman, it's hugely swollen. The PA numbs it up and drains out a bunch of pus and tells him to come back, say it together, "the next day." Comes back, now it's more swollen so he calls me for advice. I suggest a military consult, so he takes him to his version of the Role 3. "Holy shit," they say and take him to surgery to debrede the wound, start him on antibiotics and keep him overnight. The next day the finger is worse, so back to surgery he goes. Day three he needs more surgery. They have wounded to care for. Frantic phone calls are made because the next surgery here will be to amputate his finger. And he kinda needs it for his job. I suggest sending him to Dubai. He is a foreign national and needs an emergency visa. No problem, the receiving hospital can do that for a price. We agree on a price and have him discharged to our PA to prevent medical Civil War rein-actors from going all Clara Barton on his ass, or finger, in this case. But he must have his visa in hand before he can board his flight. Which is at 0900, the visa will be issued at 1400. That's 05 hours later. More phone calls. "Send him to KAF, we have a flight at 1430." Says the poo pond medical staff. So on the plane he goes. Arrives at 1300, picked up by yours truly, he comes to clinic and gets his drain in his finger irrigated and is whisked off to his flight. After dealing with security who wasn't going to let him leave the terminal because he didn't have the correct badge. "I am a male escort and he is a medevac" says I. Which completely confused them, so he signed a form and I rushed him out of the arrivals terminal to the departure terminal via the clinic. The looks on their face said, "it's Mark, don't try and figure it out." Turns out they had been waiting for him in departure, which is a completely separate building. So on to the flight he went. He was such a nice guy and was taking this all in stride. Not sure how he's doing, will find out in the morning. They were waiting for him at the Dubai airport to rush him to the hospital. All in all it went really well. Everyone did their job and we constantly communicated with each other. I told him that he couldn't eat on the plane in case he was going right to surgery. Besides it's hard enough eating airplane food, let alone one handed.