mental melissa

Hello gentle readers.

Now that I am in my psych rotation, I feel like I am seeing signs of psychological issues everywhere.

For example, I met a woman in her late 30's on the bus yesterday. She happens to be a cutter. Or at least she used to. The cuts that ran up and down her forearms seemed to have scarred over long ago. At some point, she had gotten a tattoo that partially covered a few of them. I wonder if she made the other cuts before or after the tattoo. As soon as I sat down she asked me if my eyes were really that green. I said yes. She said they were very noticeable. I said thank you. It was then that I noticed her companion, a man who's face was covered in big pink bumps/moles/???, because he scoffed at her for talking to me. She retorted by threatening to turn him into the grim reaper for Halloween. Then they got off the bus. huh?

Last Friday a fellow nursing student in my gero rotation (read "hanging out in an old folks home") had someone accidentally spill urine all over her pants, socks, and shoes. It happened in the morning and she didn't tell anyone til the afternoon after the urine had dried on her pants. She did say, however, that her socks were still squishy. Squishy with some old person's urine. (EW EW EW!) Then she asked us in hushed tones if the fact that she was grossed out made her a bad nurse. WTF? I'd be more inclined to make the assumption that it makes her a gross weirdo (that's a clinical term, mind you) to work in urine for 9 hours.
That's right. 9 whole hours. 9 hours of walking around with someone else's urine squishing between her toes.