it's not a full moon. i checked.

...but you would think so from the clientele we've got this week. The highlight of tonight was the guy who insists on wearing an isolation mask and gloves and makes capes out of the bed underpads. He is frequently found in the hall attempting to make phone calls from the hospital phone. He enjoys moving the wet floor signs to the middle of the hallway and attempting to read his own chart. Other pass-times include ripping down all the papers on the inside of the chart cabinets and rifling through the phone book in an attempt to call a cab to leave. I think that he's brain injured as half of his head is shaved, but something about the way that he rants on and on about the president getting assassinated smacks of schizophrenia. Said individual went on the warpath around 9 pm and was discovered in his room throwing butter knives at his one to one sitter. As the staff felt threatened by his violent behavior, they closed the door to his room and held it shut so no one would get hurt until security arrived. This all attracted the attention of a doctor from across the hall who opened the door to the cabinet outside the room so he could talk to the patient. I unfortunately missed this entire exchange, but the thought of this particular doctor talking to this crazy patient through a secret passage makes me giggle with glee. End result? The patient was restrained until he calmed down. And I laughed until I cried.