Don’t You Wish Your Job Was Awesome Like Mine?
I totally understand that you (my readers) are probably quite tired of hearing me go on and on about how awesome my job is. But seriously, it is, I can’t help it.
I have the coolest job in the universe. Hands down.
Highlights from today:
1. I had a patient who kept saying “I refuse to leave (another patient’s room) until I see the captain!” I had the pysch extern walk into the room and introduce himself as “the captain.” It eventually did the trick.
2. I had another patient insist that she was Pocahontas. I told her that I believed her, and appreciated all that she had done for America. And then I put her clothes back on.
3. I had another patient who said, “doctor, will you marry me?” I told him, “no, but I will discharge you today.” He was satisfied.
4. I had another patient who told me to eat his private parts (he used a different word) and tried to take a punch at me. He promptly received a PRN (STAT dose of medication).
5. I had another patient who told me that I was “Princess Margaret, and in charge of the Royal Conspiracy to Commit 911.” I plead guilty to her accusations, and she agreed to take her medications.
There is never a dull moment on the inpatient psychiatry ward. Never.
Photo: Taken on my walk to the subway, on my way to the hospital.