A patient of mine was found on the Amtrak station, confused. When asked where he was going, he replied 'I'm going to take the train from CHicago to California to meet the President'- and so, he was brought in to the emergency department :) (laughs)
He was a sweetheart. Pleasantly demented, I'm sure, with a strong element of delirium. When I met him in person the first time, he had covered the blanket over his entire face and would not let it go. When I finally wrung it free, I noticed he was in soft wrist restraints.
We had absolutely no contact information to gather more information- from his family/friends/or about his home. But worked him UP- and it turns out, he had a UTI.
The next day, my intern asked him about who he lives with. He answered, his wife. When asked about medications he takes, he replied 'My wife is my medications'. And I thought that was the sweetest remark ever, from a confused person.
Now- that's a DEFINITE indication of love he has for his wife. Awwww :)