The doctor entered the cubicle taking time to size up the patient before him. Toxic incoordination coupled with droopy nystagmic eyes suggested that a breath alcohol test would be redundant, if even possible. Nothing unusual at 2 am in an emergency department.
“I understand you have a sore leg?”
There was not so much as a murmur in response.
“Which leg hurts?”
The patient snorted herself into a semi-coherent state.
“The right one, the pain is in that one” she said, while pointing at everything in the vicinity as she (presumably) tried to fix her gaze on one of her legs.
The doctor began to examine the right lower limb.
“I said the right one!”, grunted the patient.
“This is the right one.” Replied the doctor with equanimity.
“Well… I mean the left one!”
The doctor examined the left lower limb, but could find nothing wrong. Knowing that some things are clearer in the light of day, the doctor fetched the patient an extra blanket as she drifted off to sleep.