When you come limping into the emergency department bent over and moaning because your back pain is “definitely 10 out of 10” and is “so bad you can barely move your arms,” then 20 minutes later when the doctor comes to see you in the room, you are sitting on the bed laughing with your visitor and using a fork and plate to eat a piece of a nurse’s birthday cake that you somehow managed to pilfer from our staff break room … it’s a good bet that you are not going to get your Oxycontin prescription refilled.
Nope, you aren’t getting another piece of cake, either.
Now give me back that fork.
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