As previously recounted in these pages, I was recently hospitalized for two separate visits. The first time for kidney and blood ailments; the second for a further analysis of these ailments, resulting in a diagnosis of lymphoma.
As it was the same hospital, the intake both times was similar. Entry through the ER, admittance, followed by a number of uncomfortable days and tests.
During the first day, I was given what I was told was a standard questionnaire. Questions asked and answered. Questions like: Do I wish my Life would end? Do I sometimes with I’d go to sleep and not wake up?
With the additional: Did I bring any weapons or drugs into the hospital? (They do have the standard useless sign prohibiting weapons upon entry.)
As I knew my personal items would be unsecured much of the time, I opted to go unarmed.
During the second admittance, no such questionnaire was offered on day one.
On Day Two, however…
A genial nurse brought the questions to my room. Do I want to kill myself, yatta, yatta, yatta. I could answer these in my sleep.
Then came the weapon and drug questions. No and No.
Then the nurse said, “NOW WE HAVE TO SEARCH YOUR CLOTHES!”
I asked her for her warrant. She said she didn’t have any, just like the airport. I said exactly. She, of course, didn’t understand my point.
After a long, angry standoff, she agreed to have me search my own clothes while she observed. (She obviously had no idea how to do a search.) I could have had two sidearms and kept them hidden from her!
I told her about my previous questionnaire, and no subsequent search. She said those folks would get in serious trouble for not searching me. Apparently, there have been problems with guns (and drugs)!
My search of my own clothes showed nothing.
I oft wondered if she did find weaponry, what was her next move?
And was such a search actionable…