We arrived on scene at one of our local trailer parks to find our patient (and half of the residents) standing in the middle of the small road. I introduced myself and asked my patient her name. She told me her name was Matilda and that she was 45 years old. I asked her what was bothering her.
"They're trying to control my brain."
Well then. Um. Nothing else is bothering you? "Nope. I just want them to stop."
Thankfully AMR pulled up and rescued me. Two thoughts went through my head. One, who are "they" and why would they want your brain? And two, ever tried aluminum foil?