i tuned out today right about the time when our paranoid delusion patient came in and started saying things like, “do you know about d?”

“what?”

“you know, d, the D.”

“not really”"

“like devils and demons. but you can’t say his name because then he’ll come around.”

exactly when i check out and start counting the bunnies jumping over the fence in my mind, because that is just a little too crazy for me to want to deal with. when he goes to his car, gets his gun, and comes sback to kill us all, my ass will have been on the phone with the cops for ten minutes and there’ll be a sniper on the roof with a little red dot on his head.

work was different. when there’s a covering doctor…it’s just not as fun. then im stuck with mark and someone who’s a lot like mark except a female and they just talk about bullshit back and forth until i want to rip my own tongue out of my mouth and tie it around my head to protect my ears and feel guilty for if i have ever in my life made anyone feel the same way. i just…check out again, try and make sure the doctor doesnt scare away any patients, and assure the patients that the regular doctor will be coming back and he isnt abandoning them, like the last doctor that i kept telling them was coming back until, all of a sudden, there was a taller, leaner, greeker, more competent doctor in his place.

it’s hard to just work on my one thing…and i am unsuccessful, because im back to working on three things at once, and thinking about starting a fourth.

which im going to go work on now.

fabulosity. i dont like to be tied down…well, at least in the metaphoric sense, because being tied down in really life can be fun.

~ by warwick on June 30, 2009.