Local Flavor
You know you're practicing psychiatry in The Smallish State when, on your first day back at the hospital, 3 out of 12 patients demand to be discharged before hunting season opens.
posted by Turbo at 5:52 PM
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
- Disclaimer: The details of clinical vignettes posted on this site have been altered or obscured such that they no longer represent the activities of real or identifiable people. Where names, initials, or other identifying details are included in such vignettes, they are entirely fictitious. Nonetheless, the events described accurately reflect my true personal daily experiences.
Previous Posts
- WWFS? (What Would Freud Say)?
- Once More Into The Breech
- Solo
- All I Need Is This Patch Of Grass
- Dream Deferred
- Sunrise, sunset
- Great Vodka Taste-Off
- What I'm Thinking About
- Dream Recalled
- Voluntary House Arrest
Bored? Try these:
- Rhubarb Pie
- Shrink Rap
- Life in the Slow Lane
- Trick-Cycling For Beginners
- Adventures of a Geo-Geek
- Plausible Story
- Adventures of Girl Tuesday
- The Vigorous North
- pyschology, writing, and life
- Somewhere Between...
2 Comments:
My first thought was, 'mental patients with firearms, how horrifying!' But on second thought, anyone who kills animals for fun has a few screws loose anyway.
Your patients want to sit in the woods from dawn till dusk—isn't that along the lines of your sunrise-sunset treatment plan?
Post a Comment
<< Home