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today the glitterbomber is... |
2003-04-23 this morning, i decided that i am getting sick of interviewing the mentally ill about their diet and exercise. my patience reserve must be running out. it�s not that i don�t like talking to people. i do, and some of these people have such interesting life stories. i am just getting bored with asking the same things over and over again, especially the standardized questionnaires my boss wants me to administer. if i have to ask "during the past 4 weeks, to what extent has your physical health or emotional problems interfered with your normal social activities with family, friends, neighbors, or groups?" one more time, i will have a fit. to make things worse, some of the patients don�t understand a lot of the questions. sample conversation with a patient: today, though, i had an interesting interview with a woman who is in drug rehab. we hardly talked about food or exercise. instead, we talked about her life. she�s had one that i can hardly imagine. she smoked crack all the time and got super skinny from eating nothing but little bags of cheese curls once in a while. she had to prostitute herself in order to support her drug habit. she was raped more times than she can remember and left for dead twice. she wouldn�t brush her teeth for months and wouldn�t bathe or change her clothes for weeks. finally, she was tired of being homeless, cold, hungry, tired, and scared, so she asked the police to take her to jail. i wish i could have talked to her for longer, but i had to send her off with a hug because my next appointment was due to arrive. (ultimately, he didn�t show. described by his therapist as "paranoid," he couldn�t show up because i "look like the white people at work." i�m still not sure what that means. if anything, i look like i�m in high school. wait, i dress too conservatively to be in high school.) *** quote of the day: |
