Trash Thief (Lose Yourself)
“Who steals my purse, steals trash, but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.”
- William Shakespeare
It’s 9:30 p.m. on a Sunday. I’m post-call and tired. And hungry, as always. I’m not sure what the title of this post has to do with anything. But here are some random interesting tidbits from my 12-hour shift in the CPEP (psych ER) today:
1. I discharged a patient whose chief complaint was “get me a car service so I can go home…seriously, my Medicaid covers it.”
2. I evaluated a patient whose chief complaint was “please stop the animals from attacking me.”
3. I had to explain to a father that his only child was experiencing their first psychotic break.
4. I lurched back from a patient who was trying to grab my breast.
5. I performed a “sternal rub” on an intoxicated patient.
6. I learned that I love “re-eval” cases. Less paperwork. More patient.
I’m listening to “Lose Yourself” by Eminem right now. What a great song. Time to eat. And sleep.
Photos: Taken on my walks. Another discarded sofa. And a very, very smooshed bird.