Monday, April 28, 2008

You can't make this shit up............

It's just after midnight on a weekday and I am sitting at the triage desk staring out into the empty waiting room. I look out into the parking lot and see some one stumbling out of a cab. A 19 YO male stumble into the WR with lips and face severely swollen holding a can of planters party mix.

"Dude, We got a problem!" he blurts out. 
"Right this way buddy." I reply
"I got wicked baked and thought I was eating cashews." he continues on.

We get him inside HR in the 170's. IV started, meds pushed, PT stabilized and held for OBS until the AM. 

Two hours later I am again staring off into the void of our dirty WR. A delivery driver pulls up and comes inside.
"I have delivery for Mr. Jeffery" he states in broken English.
"Where you from?" I ask
"Thai Dragon" he replies
"We don't have a Jeffery that works in this department right now.' Are you sure they are in the emergency room?" I ask
The driver turns away from me and pulls out his cell phone. He makes a quick call speaking very softly and quickly into his phone.
He hangs up and turns back to me.
"I have delivery for Room 3"
Are you fucking kidding me!!!!

"Lets Go!" I motion for the guy to follow me.
I stampede into the PTs room where the resident is checking his VS after the med intervention.
"Did you order food????" I ask dumbfounded
"Yeah dude, chicken wings I am starvin!" Eyes lighting up
"Do you realize that everything is cooked with peanuts in a Thai kitchen you dip shit?"
"Do you have change for a twenty Doc?" he mumbles...................