Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Brothers and Nurses

Somehow by wandering around the internet aimlessly, I managed to end up here. Oh yes. Jessica, you sent me an invite on facebook that I accidently deleted. Some blog or other, I believe. Send it again please?

Otherwise, I'm trying to think of a story. Well, here's a quote for today: I want a baby octopus. Alright guys, check out that link right there, it's adorable. Not my pic, of course. Anyways, that was what HUHA said outside the office door. Not sure who he was talking to, if anyone.

Something made me sad/mad today. One of my fav residents just came back from the hospital... I've mentioned her before I think: FRST. She told me that she wasn't going to be my dyke. I said awesome. Either way, she was apparently in a good mood when she got back, declaring that she hadn't thought about anyone but me. My first question was (I wasn't present, but when someone related the story to me)... "good or bad thoughts?" But then she starts freaking out. "Have you seen my brother? He was the paramedic who brought me in. She knifed him outside." No, I haven't. He's not here right now. No one knifed anyone. No one's hurt.

Comes back a bit later with a similar story. "My brother's in the building. They saw him, he was broken and bleeding." Different tactic: who saw him? "A bunch of guys." What'd the look like? "I don't know." Hon, your brothers not here. He's at home, and he's fine. "Let me go ask HUHA [octopus dude!]... Hey, have you seen my brother?" "What's he look like?" "He's got brown hair and a big schnoz and a split down his face and half his leg is cut off." "I don't think so... I don't even know his name." Kinda funny, though morbid.

Some where in here I learn that she has a room to herself. This may be the root of some of the anxiety. Either way, I'm getting worried, but what to do? These conversations are in passing, she wanders off afterwards. Then she shows up at the counselor office door, asking for her $5 since she's going to the hospital. I can't believe it. Let's go talk to the nurse. The nurse is a bitch, and says, no she's not going to the hospital! Nurse pretty much says that she just said that to get the resident off her back. Great.

FRST is freaking out. She steals the phone from someone (each floor as a phone for use only by the residents) and calls her sister. Now the symptoms have become physical... hands shaking, can't swallow, very cold... she gives the phone to me. I explain the brother thing, ask her sister for some advice, she suggests meds if it gets real bad. FRST demands the phone back, says something then practically hangs up on her sister.

Two things: 1. Sister must trust us a lot to not run up here as soon as she hears this. Or maybe she's just used to it. 2. Guess who deals with the consequences of lying to a resident? Counselors. Me. THE RESIDENT. AAARRRGGGG!!!! And it's not just that nurse. How can you become so callous? Sorry, this isn't out of the blue... these nurses do shit like this all the time. It's like they don't want to work, they just don't care. The mentally ill still are people, you know. They're not dumb, they're just wired so differently it doesn't make sense to us. At least, that's my belief.

Fuck, it's almost two am and I have school at 9. *sigh*

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