My uncle used to be a regional director for the health department here in good ole Tennessee and had some GREAT stories along these lines (especially when relaying 'you have an STD')
When I was a medical student in my ER rotation, one of my friends had a patient with abdominal pain. Ended up being gonorrhea. She tells the woman to notify all her sexual partners that they need to go to the county health clinic to be tested and treated. Not the ER…
Well, the next night, the woman is back with two men. This little skinny man and a guy the size of an NFL defensive end.
The ER doc would assign the med student cases. He comes over and sends the woman with my friend again. The skinny guy with my other buddy. Assigns the big guy to me.
We have to get swabs from these people…I start to talk to the big guy. I am thinking that the woman cheated on her skinny little husband with this big muscular guy…nope, the big guy is the husband. The little guy’s the one the wife cheated with. The husband had no idea why he was there, nor did he know the other guy at all.
So here I am trying to explain why he needs to be swabbed. Then I am trying to keep him from killing everyone in a 10 mile radius. I finally get him calmed down. Get the swab done and get the heck out of his way. City hospital so there are police officers there at all times. I was able to convince the husband that the ER wasn’t the place to “discuss events”
Meanwhile, the ER doc and police told the skinny guy that Connecticut was no longer a safe place for him to live. That he should choose to move rather than stay and die. So he was long gone before I came back out…
Freaked me out. Thought that the big guy was gonna destroy everything. But once he regained his composure, he very calmly walked up to his wife, told her not to come home and that her stuff would be on the curb when she wanted to get it.
Definitely a learning experience!
