I just want my Haldol

In the middle of the night a patient comes in to the E.R. requesting a refill of his antipsychotic medication. He's a large man with an angry demeanor and piercing eyes. He says that he ran out of his medication and just needs a small supply for the next few days. He leans over me with a clenched jaw and explains, setting his large bottle of Diet Mountain Dew on the floor, that he gets jittery when he drinks caffeine without his Haldol. At that point I realize I've made a rookie mistake: he's between me and the exam room door. And, of course, we're in the very last room down the hall farthest from the nurses' station. However, we complete the encounter without incident.

Let's get this gentleman some Haldol.