Can I just tell you that sometimes my job really sucks.
I hate the system ('The Man' to some). It makes no sense to me that we have to put patients in situations that are borderline inhumane just because The System isn't willing to do anything to help.
I understand that you don't want to be bothered with a super psychotic patient because it's too much work. I get that.
However, it's your JOB!
This is what you do. You deal with super psychotic patients and give them a safe place to stay until they are less psychotic.
Just ignoring the situation won't make it go away. You can't just stick your fingers in your ear, sing 'la la la la' and pretend that you don't know how to answer the phone.
Eventually you are going to have to take this patient and do your job.
While you are having a tantrum and trying to pretend the patient doesn't exist, the patient is suffering and it makes me so angry.
Also, I had one of those cases where I felt disgusted after interviewing the patient. People just do horrible things to each other and it never ceases to amaze me.
When people do these horrible things to each other, it tends to eff up their entire lives. Some things you just can't recover from. These horrible events change you forever. They send you down this path that you never thought you'd be on.
When you finally realize how badly you've effed up your entire live because of this horrible event, you end up in my crisis unit spilling your guts.
Then, I end up taking it all home with me and trying not to have nightmares.
That's why I'm on here spilling my guts at 1:26am.
Obviously, I can't share any more than that out of respect for the privacy of my patients.
It's okay though. I'm watching The Real Housewives of Orange County and it's helping me to forget. It's also making me a little sick because these chicks have no clue what real problems are.
I'll be channel surfing as soon as I hit publish.