POTW

I stepped out into the waiting room early this morning about 4:30. I attempted to pronounce Mr. N's name the best I could. He was from the Middle East so it was not a name I was familiar with. As soon as I called his name, he jumped up and walked very quickly towards me, eager to be seen. He looked like an intelligent man in his 30s. I walked him back to his room. He had a seat on the bed. I began my line of questioning:

Me: Tell me what's going on tonight. (Obviously, I'm looking for one main problem here)

Mr. N (in an accent, mind you): Well, my wife is out of the country for the first time ever. She's visiting her family in the middle east. I got worried because I was home alone and scared something was wrong so I came here to get checked out.

Me: Okay. So what brings you here?

Mr. N (speaking rather quickly): Well I did not eat anything today because I was so busy except for some coffee this morning. So about 11 o'clock tonight I started feeling weak. Like my arms and legs were so weak and tired.

Me: Okay....

Mr. N: (cricket chirping inserted here)

Me: (We obviously needed some prompting here): So what did you do?

Mr. N: Well, I ate a little something after 11:00 and I felt better.

Me: Okay, well that's good. So, what's going on right now?

Mr. N: Nothing now. I feel fine.

I reran the entire story somewhat like this: "So you didn't eat anything today, felt weak around 11, ate something, and now you feel fine?"

Yep. This guy must have some severe separation issues with this woman of his. I sure hope she comes back soon so someone will feed this starving soul!