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- Author: Freida McFadden
- Genre: Literature & Fiction
- Publish Date: May 8, 2023
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PRESENT DAY
Dear AMY BRENNER,
You have been assigned to overnight call tonight on our primary
locked psychiatric unit, Ward D.
In preparation for your assigned shift, please observe the following
guidelines:
You will be given a numerical code that can be used to leave Ward
D. Except in the case of an emergency, you MAY NOT exit the unit
during your shift.
Do not divulge any personal information to your patients. This
includes details about your personal life or your home address.
The following objects are prohibited on Ward D: alcohol, flammable
liquids, thumbtacks, pens, needles, staples, paper clips, safety pins,
nail files, tweezers, nail clippers, tobacco products, electronic
cigarettes, plastic bags, razor blades, weapons, or any items that
could be used as weapons.
Do not expect to sleep during your shift.
The on-call attending physician tonight is DR. BECK. Please report to
the attending physician on arrival at Ward D.
M
Sincerely,
Pauline Walter
Administrative assistant to the Chief of Psychiatry.
rs. Pritchett can’t sleep.
Or at least, she couldn’t sleep the last time she was here at the
psychiatry outpatient office where I have been doing a medical
school clerkship for the past two weeks. I am working with a psychiatrist
named Dr. Silver, who I have nicknamed Dr. Sleepy (at least in my head)
because eighty percent of the patients he sees are here for sleep problems.
The medical school psychiatry rotation that I’m on is supposed to expose me
to a general outpatient practice, with a mix of depression, anxiety, psychosis,
etc., but it’s really just sleeping problems here. And I’m fine with that.
I still have the notes I took in my little spiral notebook from Mrs.
Pritchett’s last visit. I hadn’t realized until this very second how illegible my
handwriting has become. Aside from her age of sixty-four years old, I can
only make out two sentences:
Can’t fall asleep.
And:
Cat
I underlined “cat” several times, so it must’ve been important, but I can’t
read anything I wrote below that word. Something about cats, presumably.
Maybe her cat was sitting on her face when she was attempting to fall asleep.
That happened to me once.
Mrs. Pritchett is perched in the exam room, her chin-length gray hair
combed into a neat bob, her big pink purse clutched in her lap. Unlike most
exam rooms I have seen, this one doesn’t have an elevated examining table.
It’s just a room with two wooden chairs in it. Mrs. Pritchett is sitting in one, I
will sit in the other, and then when Dr. Sleepy comes in, he will take the
second chair and I will stand, hovering over them awkwardly.
“Amy!” Mrs. Pritchett exclaims when I walk into the room. “I’m so
happy to see you, dear!”
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