Saturday, March 13, 2010


Last published on August 26th, 2009. Sad story... sorry ya'll.

Frances, my homophobic racist paranoid schizophrenic left. One Friday night she decided to call 911 and tell the operator she was raped. Two things get automatic hospital discharges: rape and suicide. Well, violence to others as well, of course; that one is just more difficult to sort out. Who saw this, did she hear that, why is there blood on her face... oh yeah, that reminds me of another fun story from LPC. Let's go back to the first though.

If you were to ask Frances, she gets raped every day, multiple times a day, by multiple men (and sometimes woman) in every hole imaginable. She also gets beaten and murdered. She had a broken leg once... walking just fine, of course. But this time she called the police and told them she was raped by another resident (untrue... you should see who she accused). She went to the hospital and insisted on going back to AC. The same place where she was beaten 16 times in one day, according to her when she was admitted to LPC last May. She'll be back.

2nd story...

1. Someone pulled the fire alarm. Make everyone go into whatever hallway the "fire" is not in, start checking off names.

2. Door alarm goes off. HUHA took the opportunity provided by the distraction of the fire alarm to run out the door. Some people go chasing after him... this day was too cold, HU is out of shape, and I was wearing a T-shirt.

3. Therefore, I was around to see VIIN coming running out from the fire doors with blood on her face. Sweet, kind SASA had also utilized the same opportunity as HUHA to bite poor VI and try to scratch out her eyeballs.

4. HUHA was given a shot, allowed to talk someone's ear off for half an hour, and given money to get a snack from the vending machines (he really is quite adorable). SASA was again sweet, cheerful, and now creepingly weird (sent to the hospital, of coure, and not back ever!). VIIN was a frightened little mess. I was appointed the one to calm her down, and now she sometimes talks to me and calls me "Frankie".

Last Thursday, new kid who has the last name of a dictator cupped my boob and asked me if they were real. I gave him a LOOK, told him both physical contact and language was inappropriate, and continued on with his orientation. Same kid who tried to blow up his last nursing home by stuffing socks down the toilet. Apparently they're going to put him on "Lupron to suppress his sexual desires." Oh yes, he was caught masterbating in the ER as well.

I wish this job paid more... I quite like it. As it is, I'll be on my merry way some point in the next year. Ah well.

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