So, yeah.
I'm the sad, sorry lop who (used to, not anymore) works the graveyard shift at our local hospital placing labor epidurals in pregnant women. In a nutshell, it's a thankless endeavor that involves inserting huge needles into the spines of people who are terrified, exhausted, and in excruciating pain. For whatever reason, these patients tend to procrastinate, so instead of requesting pain control at say 11PM, when they're early in the labor process, they put it off until they're hysterical, say 8-10 cm cervical dilation, anywhere from 4-6 AM. If you've ever placed one of these things in the daytime, rest assured they're 3 times harder between 4-6 AM when you're exhausted and the mom you're trying to work with has lost all semblance of control. Yes, there is a phenomenon called "needle phobia" and everyone suffers from it, especially me. Placements can be complicated, of course, from things such as scoliosis, morbid obesity, cultural challenges (Hmong-speaking husband doesn't understand what's happening, etc.), these types of things. Occasionally, the challenges stack, such that our morbidly obese, Hmong-speaking woman with scoliosis in room 8 has an intense needle phobia, etc. Anyways, due to the emotions, the stress, and exhaustion, etc., my mere presence in the room, at times, can convert a normally completely reasonable and rational adult female into a blithering hysterical 2-year old, which can be psychologically challenging to me when i do several of these things per night. So, after particularly rough encounters, I go back to my call room and murder someone in the vampire novel i've been writing for the past 15 years and can't seem to finish.
So, yeah.