Doctor Psychobabble

Please check out my latest post on “The Ink Blot” at Medscape/WebMD to read about my opinion of scut work!

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“And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone”

- Lyrics to “Rocket Man” by Elton John

No words. I’m tired and post-call. Please enjoy this “trashy” pic taken on my walk to the hospital.

Part of My “Trash Talkin” Photo Series

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”

― John Lennon

The psychiatry consultation liaison service has been kicking my butt as of late. I have not the time to do much else. My life has become dominated by psychiatry. I have meetings and clinics and lectures and endless plans. I feel like I barely have time to catch my breath. Don’t misunderstand, I do love me some psychiatry. But I hear that there is also a whole other world out there, and I’m fantasizing about joining it again. It’s a good thing that I don’t have to concentrate on living to be alive (an obsession one of my patients has). But luckily, life has been filling in all the cracks in the woodwork.

This rambling was brought to you by my I-only-ate-a-cookie-and-a-banana-today brain. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming….

Photo: Taken on my walk home from work. Awesomeness.

Part of My “Trash Talkin” Photo Series

Please check out my latest post on “The Ink Blot” at Medscape/WebMD to read about my first, and somewhat frightening experience in outpatient therapy.

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Thanks to Shrink Rap for posting this. What an amazing project. I would love to be involved in this type of project!

“Crazy and Proud is the inside story of an invisible place, an inner-city shelter for transient, mentally-ill women. I am a white, middle-class man who was hired as a recreation worker to teach photography to this hidden population. Every day for a year, I took three subway transfers between my apartment on Manhattan’s Lower East Side and what some would consider the belly of the beast of hopelessness.”

Crazy and Proud from Devin Pickering on Vimeo.

“Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I’ve been waiting for you
Signed, with a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to you was created for you

(can not forgive from falling apart at the seams
Can not believe you’re taking my heart to pieces)

Oh, it’ll take a little time,
Might take a little crime
To come undone now”

- Lyrics to “Come Undone” by Duran Duran

Soooooooo incredibly tired right now. The consultation liaison service is kicking my butt. Non-stop pages. Running around the hospital like superwoman on speed. Yet I still love my job.

Lesson learned from today: TRUST MY GUT!

I am too tired and hungry to share the fascinating stories which are stored in my brain.

G’nite world.

Photo: Me and my fellow psych “Modes” pondering the meaning of life.

I just got home from a long day of psychiatric consults at the hospital. For one reason or another, I was massively swamped with work today. Non-stop pager explosion. Could most definitely have something to do with today being Valentine’s Day. Sadly ironic that many psychiatric complaints were filed on this day.

I am tired. I am hungry. I will leave the rest to your imagination.

Favorite interaction today from a delirious patient I was called to evaluate:

Me: “What is today’s date?”
Blind and Demented Patient: “Ooooooooh, baby, I should have bought you flowers!”
Me: “Wait, what do you mean?”
Blind and Demented Patient: “It’s Valentine’s day, baby, and I want you to be my Valentine!”

LOVE my job!

Photo: My doggy Molly in her uber sexy Valentines’s Day pose.

Part of My “Doggy Doos” Photo Collection

Please check out my latest post on “The Ink Blot” at Medscape/WebMD to read about my strange perspective on the Occupy protests.

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“Thank you for the days, those endless days
Those sacred days you gave me
I’m thinking of the days
I won’t forget a single day believe me”

- Lyrics to “Days” by The Kinks

Yesterday was my birthday. It was a fabulous day. My fellow “psychos” were so sweet and wonderful to take me out to a fabu dinner last night. A huge shout out to Daniel, who arranged the whole event and gave me a fantabulous ring as a birthday present. Life would not be as sweet without all of you!

I was incredibly tired today since I stayed out a bit late last night for birfday celemabrations. However, I wanted to run after work. Had a conversation today about how the runs where you have the least motivation and energy turn out to be the best ones, because you feel like you surmounted something big. Today’s run was no exception. I ran through the falling snow. It was simply magical.

However, now I am a bit over-pooped. I have things, which I need to catch up on, but my bed is calling me. I’m hoping to catch up on my readings for class tomorrow. But first, I must feed my food-starved belly.

Thanks to everyone who sent me birthday wishes! It is good to feel loved!

Photo: “Deflowered” taken on my walk home from the hospital today in the falling snow.

Part of My “Trash Talkin” Photo Series