A day at the office

Where I work we have a lot of clients who are on psychotropic medications. These medications and their effectiveness have to be reviewed periodically - every three months or when there are "problems." Today was PDR (Psychotropic drug review). Sometimes, PDR is short and sweet - everyone's doing well, no medication changes, everyone is happy. Today was not one of those days.
First, the review was long (about 40 clients to be seen). Several of these had been added to the schedule because they were having problems. This can be somewhat taxing for everyone involved. Fortunately, we often have some "comic relief" to get us through.

Without revealing anything about the actual people involved, here are some examples of how my day went. One client was quite excitedly telling us that her family were indians from Tennessee. When asked what tribe - she very slowly and clearly stated "c-o-l-d-b-l-o-o-d-e-d Indians." (We have known this person for many years and are pretty sure that she is not affliated with an indian tribe.) She then began to shout she was on the warpath, jumped up, began pounding the table, and telling the team that she was going to kill "that" woman who was messing around with her husband. Another client proceeded to request psychotropic medications - for two of the staff that work with her. (She made a pretty good case for it - indicating that they must need meds since they didn't give her second helpings of sausage that morning- even though she didn't ask for more. Evidently, not being able to read minds is a reason for medications.) Yet another client brought a deck of flash cards with him - flash cards he had made by cutting out his favorite girls from the new Sports Illustrated swim suit edition!

Yep, life and work can be pretty entertaining.

Now, where did I put my medicine bottle?