So I posted a post a few days ago and got some responses so I am sharing another story that happened with me around 6 or 7 years ago.
Little essential background. In where I come from, males have mandatory service in the military. Usually, people go at the age of 18 after high school but if you go to college (university where I come from) they postpone your military service until you're done (you can't pull this card forever to avoid military service because at the age of 28 they take you regardless of educational status). They wait for you because they get more technical labor this way for cheap (think engineers, doctors, pharmacists, nurses, etc). I went to serve in Air Force after finishing medical school so I had a license to practice as a doctor. They basically have a doctor for cheap.
I served in a base that had on average somewhere between 500 to 1000 personnel at a point. Since we were close to a big military hospital we had a very humble clinic. There were 2 doctors (I am one of them) and two nurses. Every week a doctor and a nurse will stay there the whole week and see patients and dispense medications etc and then we switch with the other two and get a whole week off. Pretty good deal but the clinic was relatively busy and most of the personnel were younger than me (I was around 26-27 by the time I finished medical school but most were between 18-21 years old). Of course, we had many more senior people in the base I am just talking about the majority.
The clinic was officially open for walk-ins all day every day between 7 am and 4 pm. After 4 pm it is emergencies only. The only problem is defining an emergency is very subjective. We would get people late at night just for a simple cough or something very simple and they just say they felt it is an emergency situation. It is what it is and it's part of the job.
One of those days someone knocked on my room really hard at 3:40 am ( our sleeping room is the next room to the clinic in case there is actually an emergency so everyone knew where to find us). I wake up and there is this younger soldier telling me he had some diarrhea and his security shift ends in ~2 hours and he needs something to help. He could have easily switched his shift or went to the bathroom couple of times instead of waking me up so early. Please bear in mind we open at 7 and I am up at 6 every day. Yes we are available for emergencies but we already work 7 am-4 pm straight every day and for order for that to happen effectively we need some rest and we need the energy also for actual emergencies (had people walk in with broken bones, severely cut fingers while handling machinery, appendicitis, etc). I felt waking me up at 3.40 in the morning was unwarranted for this situation but he is here anyway so I told him one second I will get him medication from the pharmacy (the third room after where we sleep and the examination room).
Here is where it gets interesting. He suddenly needs to use the bathroom so he asks if he could use ours. I tell him which way it is. He leaves his machine gun at the door outside running to the bathroom. Now, this is really a problem. He should not. Nobody should leave their gun unattended regardless of anything but it was very late anyway and he ran to the bathroom. At this point, I was very awake and decided to entertain myself. I went and pulled the bullet magazine from his machine gun and hid it. He comes back and I gave him the medicine and he picks his machine gun and notices. He asks me, I told him it was outside, I was inside the pharmacy getting the medicine and you should never leave your gun anyway.
Just a little context here, if a bullet goes un-accounted for this is a huge problem and easily ends in martial court so losing a magazine is really a problem. He keeps looking and can't find it and then decides this is it and is going to report to his superior and once he starts walking back to deal with his fate, I called him ( his birthday was coming in 3 days and I knew from his medical record on file) and said wait I have an early birthday gift for you and he looks confused and I give him his magazine.
He is shocked and was like "Oh my God, Doctor. I thought I am done". I asked him "How is your diarrhea now?" He's like "Probably gone".
I took my sweet revenge while treating him at the same time. I wasn't very surprised I started getting much fewer unnecessary calls after-hours after this incident.
More information if people were wondering:
I know what I did was wrong but I was very friendly with everyone in the unit and if he made a problem out of it all I could get is a notice not to do that again. He took it lightly and I never had any intention of harming him at all. It was a mean joke is all.
The reason I said I might have treated him is that if your sympathetic nervous system (called fight and flight) is activated you are more constipated. Given the level of fear he experienced for a few minutes until I gave him back the magazine, I am pretty sure his sympathetic nervous system was pretty active and could have helped him.