long due update

it's been a while since i've updated th is bad boy and i really should be asleep now but i'm being stupid and not and tomorrow's a big day for sure so i'm not sure exactly what i'm doing here.
anyways
psych is well.... crazy, to say the least
but don't get me wrong, i love me the crazies
they're so fun
they get up and do ridiculous things, say ridiculous things and sometimes even piss you off but then you realiize they're just sick and don't know better and in that regard it's kinda like peds but sadder
i can't give details because of hipaa rules but i can give general info that not specific.

psych is sad because these diseases are debilitating and in many ways, the patient's moral being is taken over by the illness and in a way they're pseudo not alive, i can't say dead, because somtimes they've lost too many brain cells to be their normal cell ever again. i've seen drugs fuck up so many people's lives here, turning them into or at least bringing out their normally silent schizophrenia or mania. debilitating illnesses. these poor folks are locked up for their own good and they don't have enough insight to know why.
after we diagnosed the first schizophrenic patient i was assigned to, i went home sad all day and on the verge of tears because in many ways, that kids lives' dreams and hopes are now forever altered. but hey, three weeks later, he got better and went home semi-normal. my attending said we gave him his life back. and i guess that's true but i wonder how long it'll be before the illness gets a hold of him again, i hope never, but the statistics are not on my side. see the problem? it's more like cancer, not like an i nfection. it hardly ever simply goes away.

but i feel like woorking in psych, i'm doing something good and that's what matters the most.
finally, on a happy note: what's the difference between a p sychiatrist and his patients? When the patients leave, they're usually better. budum ching!