Sunday, March 30, 2008
im having my attachment at IMH. 1 week has past and everyday is a storytelling session for some among us. heeeee.... the good, the bad, the ugly... we've got at least 31 patients to rmb and we have to rmb what kind of disorder they r having. and for me... i give them nicknames. (foodgrabber, majong kaki,the stiff) oh i shall not elaborate.
i always thought that ppl with thought disorder that were shown in the tv was exagerated. UNTIL, i did my interview. the patient answered our questions with all sorts of nonsencical ideation. n some were a tad scary.
the afternoon shift was interesting. hee.. and when night comes. it get scarier at times.
me: go n try to slp or rest ur mind?
her: im scared. there is something there. he is there
me: let come and accompany you.
her: you are not going to be there for long. later u have to go home.
me: since im here, i accompany u till u go n slp.
her: whos that beside you?
me: (at these point my hair stood) theres no one there. nothing to be afraid k.( n i joke to her saying these)
her: becareful wen you go home later. u must protect yourself.
and she walk away...
OMFG.... i swear i stood in that spot for the whole 30 seconds just calming myself down.
lalalalalalalalalalalala dun want to think about that incident.
Patients was held in prison-like conditions. nt as in having 6 cellmates in one toilet at the corner of the room k. they are held captives from 7.30 to 12.30 in the dayroom. waiting for time to pass and lunch to be serve. and from 12.30 to 3pm. locked up in the dorm to nap. and back out to linger from 3pm to 8pm. if student nurses were not around to fill their time. i think they would be so sad.
yesterday got the chance to meet him. IM So HATING my PMS... and at times i was way out of line. oh my god... i swear i dissappoint him so much.my mood is way off that i felt like shit how we end our date. i was suppose to be happy. delighted with how much things i bought. in the end i just chuck it one side hoping that day was diffferent.
yesterday shopping didnt lift my spirits up. irony.
im so sorry baby.
what we could have been, 10:00 am.
