I have a friend that I will call Rhonda here for the sake of anonymity. Dr. Rhonda has a PhD in psychology, and works at a mental health facility here in town. When I started to write down some of my stories, she started to send me some of hers. Whereas I can be quite verbose, Rhonda knows how to keep ‘em short and sweet. Since I can’t convince her to start her own blog, here are a few of her stories.
<<We got a client over the weekend that was diagnosed with thyroid cancer 23 years ago. I had to laugh. She has gotten several drop dead dates and with each one she’s gone out and lived it up a bit. To the point that she embezzled, lied, stole and gambled to take amazing vacations. Ended up in jail, and of course, didn’t die.
Mondays can be amusing,
Rhonda>>
<<The officer noted that when she first approached the patient, she had a dog leash wrapped around her waist, a dog collar on her throat, and a fanny pack tied around her waist. When asked about her bizarre outfit, she replied “because I’m a country western singer.”
Just had to share 🙂
Rhonda>>
<<I often want to do some version of telling the stories. Wish I could figure a way to do so and not lose my job. Did I tell you the story of the guy the police department picked up covered in Italian dressing with a garbage bag over him. He was wandering in the sun to get “baked” because he wanted to be an Italian, of course. Must not have had enough dressing……
Rhonda>>
Rhonda is not kidding. These stories really happened. Today was a long day, just coming back to work from the meeting in Boston. But I am glad that I chose radiation oncology! Back to my own stories this weekend.