March
2006
I wish I had a wild (and sick) imagination
In the comment to yesterday’s post, Romerican presumes I’m using cliches from Moartea domnului Lazarescu. Dude, I wish I was. Fact is, the film doesn’t exagerate too much. After all I work in an insanely overcrowded hospital (think wards where 2 people are put in one bed sometimes, without having any desire to be put so), I have more or less 4 times the recommended number of patients for clinical psychologists, I work in a small dark building with dangerously cracked walls, water dripping on the floor during rain in 3 different points and defect sanitary installations and I’m sometimes simmultaneously yelled at totally contradictory things by psychiatrists and the authorities. All this fun for 170$/month.
I’m not pitying myself though. I’m just drinking lots of coffee and preparing to leave as soon as I can afford to open a private practice.
Mmmm, sounds like the fun thing to do would be to find out which patients are open to suggestive influence, then promise them all manner of good treatment and exciting drugs if they can learn to exhibit symptoms X and Y. Then, once they’ve got the hang of it, start writing them up as insane!
(Yes, skeptics, that was dark humor.)