in psych ER to remind me how sucky it is and how I'd rather deal with 'my form of madness' at home than stay in hell. Sheesh. How to dehumanize a person in a day or less: send them to psych ER holding cells. All practitioners who work there should be REQUIRED to spend 48 hours and see what it's like to be treated the way they treat their patients.

"What is that book?" (I look at her funny). "WHAT IS THAT BOOK???" Uhhh... I show her the title and read it to her. "I KNOW WHAT IT SAYS; WHAT'S IT ABOUT???" Oh. She didn't let me keep the book *sudden death by boredom*. She nearly didn't let me keep my stuffies "Choose. The book or the stuffies." I pushed the book at her angrily. I guess she also had to pick and choose her battles, since she wasn't going to win the one on the stuffies. Re-offer me my book. HISS.

(Guy checking in for his shift): "I've been sentenced to hell."
a. the patients can HEAR you. b. you want to know hell??? Try being DID. Or having any form of mental illness. Try being the PATIENT.

(Same guy talking to gal): "Sarah's coming on, too." "Oh she'll be pleased".
(Sarah comes on shift) RANTING AND RAVING Everything's wrong. "THIS ISN'T HOW WE DO THINGS!!!!!! I'M GOING HOME. (Hurrah!) I'm in a BAD MOOD and I'm NOT putting up with this!" Later she announced again that she was going home and I muttered 'good riddance'.

Chaos happening next door caused us to curl up on the floor... "WHAT are you doing on the FLOOR???" (I tried to explain) "GET ON THAT BED RIGHT NOW!!!!"

There wasn't a bed available on the ward STILL so I checked out before my selves really got us into trouble per usual.
sheesh.