“I have a tracker in me,” read the cryptic note, found in triage by a greenhorn doctor — scribbled by a woman in the emergency room.
She claimed to have been implanted with a GPS tracking device of some kind — an assertion not unheard of, but never the less unusual.
Dr. A, anonymous for safety concerns, rolled his eyes — ordinarily, such a note would be a sure indicator of mental illness, for which a psychiatrist would need to be summoned.
But this woman appeared lucid. Sane. Not at all paranoid or delusional.
And she had an incision.
So an x-ray was performed, and medical personnel gathered to view the results. But they stood breathless in disbelief — indeed, while they didn’t find a GPS tracker.