I was watching someone get their nail pulled out and their finger stitched.
I hit the table then the floor like a log. I was still unconscious when they lifted me onto the bed. They think I can’t stand blood (Not true! I stitched a man’s arm after he got into a drunken fight during my 3rd year)
My forehead, my head, my cheekbones and my pride is hurting. The most embarrassing day in my medical career.
Me: So these voices you hear, can anyone else hear them? Do you think it’s normal?
Patient: I’m not sure, I don’t think so.
Me: Do you know what kind of hospital is this?
Patient: Mental hospital.
Me: Do you think you have mental illness?
Patient: No. I’m sick.
Me: So why are you here, not in General Hospital?
Patient: I’m sick.
Me: but you’re not mentally ill?