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I've often thought of what kind of crazy old person I would like to become. Slightly dotty? Borderline offensive? Completely off my rocker?

Thanks to my 85 year old raging UTI patient from last night, I now have a new potential model.

Strong and combative enough that he needed to be restrained, we learned that his entire vocabulary consisted of only two words, shouted at the top of his lungs to anyone who passed by the stretcher, and they rhymed with "cluck you."

We briefly toyed with the idea of leaving him in the waiting room as our new greeter for drug seekers and fakeurs...