On fridays we stop seeing patients around 1 so that we can watch netflix and basically do nothing. Around 345 we started closing up and one of our older patients ran through the front door and brought in a bunch of groceries. He was franticly speaking gibberish and this isn't an uncommon theme we see throughout the day but it was odd to see someone come in so late. He then parked his bike in our waiting room and brought in more sodas, presents and a card. The whole time he was profusely sweating and speaking really fast. The doctor was sitting up front with us while this was happening. The man then threw the gift down at him and pulled out a pocket knife. He threw the pocket knife on the counter and told him to use it to open the gift. I admit I was scared at this point. I've seen enough episodes of cops to know he was on something that probably starts with the letter M and ends in -eth. To diffuse the situation we put him in an exam room. I hid the knife in the drawer. We ended up seeing him and today was his lucky day because we gave him a random urine test. When I was bringing him to the bathroom he went on to speaking gibberish and told me there was water running in the streets. Alright then...
Right before he pulled out a scraper for paint and told us he found it on the street. Then as he was getting his bike out of our lobby my boss was like "hey you forgot this" obnoxiously... He came back in to get his tool and left.
I guess it was okay aside from the mini panic attack that I had. He brought us soda, food and a watch. We kept the unopened foods because apparently someone saw him dropping the sandwiches by the dumpster about thirty minutes prior to him coming in..
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