08 August 2008

08.08.08

congratulations and best wishes to those who got married today!

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my patient assignment this week included this psych patient who is a foreigner (let's call him mr. b). he has bipolar disorder and is a diabetic. getting mr. b to take his medication was a challenge. getting him to agree to a 1)skin test, 2) blood sugar test, and 3) insulin injection, was a test of patience. he agreed to #1 and #2 but no way to #3 claiming he's not a diabetic and we're trying to inject poison inside him lol i was sweating buckets when i did his skin test.

mr. b and i get along most of the time coz he thinks i'm his daughter hardiharar. i was flattered until i learned he thinks the intern, PGI, resident and another nurse were his daughters, too. come to think of it, he thinks all girls are his daughters. when he raises his voice at me, his filipino wife tells him "you tuld hir she's your dooter, why are you shouting at hir?" which is of course a big no-no in psychology since you're not supposed to agree to the patient's delusion. amu na guro nga nagbuang pa gd ang pasyente kay gnasuportahan man ang pagkabuang nya sg asawa nya. so with a look of reproach to his wife, i turned to the patient and tells him i'm his nurse, he's a patient, and he was not supposed to raise his voice at me. he looks me in the eye and tells me "you're just my daughter and i can damn well raise my voice at you." uh-oh, i guess his cocktail meds haven't kicked-in yet. don't mess with the psych patient.

his stories/delusions are pretty funny and entertaining. his mother is florence nightingale. he can see the future. i askd him what his fave movie was, he said james bond then proceeded to tell me sean connery is his son. he wrote a lot of scripts for his filipina wife, all dialogues in broken english and were all blockbusters. he claims he is a doctor/engineer/plumber/magician/GOD and was always loitering around the corridor/nurse's station, grabbing his IV stand and demanding to see his doctor because his doctor's mother is in danger of being grabbed by aliens. oohhhhkaaayy.

my colleagues all try to look busy because a) they are not used to speaking english to a foreigner, b) they ARE busy, c) they don't know what to tell him (if they tell him the doc isn't coming anymore he's going to freak out, if they lie and tell him the doc is coming he is still going to freak when the doc doesn't come). so it's up to lucky ol' me to divert his attention and lead him back to his room.

i keep telling myself, "so, this is a glimpse of the future" teehee i love his blue eyes, though

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