Wednesday, December 12, 2012

fuckin' magnets

So I was all set to work on the post I've been "working" on for like the past two weeks, but something so awesome, so, uh, miraculous happened at work last night that I must share before anything else.

So I get to work last night and am reading though The Report Sheet and, under one new patient's updates is: "12/11: Insane Clown Posse is really a band."

Questioning of coworkers and reading of the patient's intake note revealed that doctors and nurses on the day of his admission thought he was delusional that he was a follower of some made-up "gang of clowns." In reality, the patient is a Juggalo, complete with ICP t-shirt and tattoos, and my coworkers had clearly not been spending much time on the internet in early 2010 when the Miracles video went viral.



The sad part is that the patient is, in fact, quite delusional and bizarre in other ways--his psychopathology just has nothing to do with his following of a band on a label called, wait for it, Psychopathic Records.


In other quirky patient news, we've recently had a sweet old chronic schizophrenic who is preoccupied with the drug Anacin, which he takes to "get wasted." The sad part of this story is that Anacin is a combination of aspirin and caffeine, so whenever he indulges, to the tune of 300 tabs per his report, he OD's on not only caffeine, but aspirin, which as you can probably imagine is toxic in large doses. I tried to do a little harm reduction teaching with him--"Next time you feel the urge, can you just, you know, go drink some coffee?" He stared blankly at me. I hope his discharge plan included a clause about having someone to keep him away from Rite Aid.

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