Mom Considers Medical School

Last week was a bad week at work. Not in terms of too much work and not enough therapists, like usual. It was disconcerting. It was worrisome. It was borderline frightening.
I met, on several occasions on several different days a doctor who, for the sake of his professional reputation, I shall refer to as Dr. Tajmahal. Not his real name, mind you, but close. And a funny nickname given to him by the Anesthesiologist who was also privy to Dr. Tajmahal's antics.
I refer to them as antics because he COULD NOT BE SERIOUS! He had to have been joking, albeit in situations that did not warrant joking. First, the "rapid response" that was Everything But Rapid. Dr. Tajmahal showed up, as did the CCU nurse, several respiratory therapists, and the nursing staff of the floor where the patient was assigned.
This patient was in obvious respiratory distress. He was gasping, coughing, and sweating pretty profusely. Dr. Tajmahal thought this the opportune time to make conversation with the patient. My co-workers and I just stared at each other in disbelief. One of the respiratory therapists had the good sense to slap a non-rebreather mask on the patient for extra oxygen. Dr. Tajmahal retreated to the hallway for 15 minutes, leaving the patient struggling to breathe, to read his chart. Again, we all stared at each other in disbelief. Another of the RTs went to fetch a BiPap, a machine that assists breathing by putting positive pressure in the lungs, and thus forcing any extraneous fluid out of the lung. A good reaction to the patient's situation.
Dr. Tajmahal followed the RT with the BiPap into the room. He told the RT not to put the mask on the patient, as he had not assessed him yet. Jaws dropped. Dr. Tajmahal palpated the patient's feet for pedal pulses.
I had to leave the room because I did not want to get blamed for the patient dying. I had to leave before I told Dr. Tajmahal just exactly what a moron he was. I had to leave before I got myself fired.
In retrospect, though, I am considering Medical School. Because if they let Dr. Tajmahal in, they'll let any idiot in. And if he can pass, I am SURE I can. And the fact of the matter is that I am able to act way quicker in a situation that warrants it than he was.
Needless to say, Med School is not in my future. My passion is not the sick or the dying. But I'd like to get in, just to prove a point. Too bad the entrance exams and applications cost so much, otherwise I would do it. Just to show Dr. Tajmahal that any fool can, and that he really isn't as smart as he seems to think that he is.