There Goes My Appetite

While registering a patient at triage the other night, I knew I recognized the face but couldn't quite place him.  As I clipped the pulse ox monitor onto his finger, I finally broke down and asked him if we had met before.

He replied that made sandwiches at a popular food joint down the street from the hospital, where he'd just gotten off work.  It's a favorite spot for late-night snack runs by the ED staff, and a place I've visited many times myself.

Entering his name into the computer, I asked what brought him to the ED.

"Runny diarrhea for the past six days."

Looks like I'll be brown bagging it from now on.