One day a fellow came into my ER at about 6:00am He needed a couple stitches in his hand. His story was “someone tried to rob me at the gas station. I am a blackbelt in blahblahblah and broke his arm.” There was rolling of eyes, but the fellow was pleasant, so who cares if his story is true? We begin numbing and washing out his laceration.
A few minutes later, a police officer comes in and says "hey, I just watched the video - the patient totally took away a thief’s knife, and then broke his arm with a crazy karate move. The thief ran away with his arm all flopping around. "
Working at an ER is fun, but perhaps working at a gas station is even more amazing?
