Why I am Not a Psychiatrist #3

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.

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