Are you sure he didn't say Nipples? :D

:fumette:

We've got a local trial upcoming of the guy who shot a kid that was a lot like Nibbles. I think a lot of very ugly stuff is going to come out about both the shooter (a juvenile) and his none-too-functional family... something like John Belushi and those mashed potatoes.

There was a kid who worked at the Speedway for a while, who was like that. I loved this kid, he was always cracking me up. One day I went in and they were particularly busy and he just kept saying (in that voice) "This is OUTRAGEOUS. Where are they all COMING FROM?"

I think that was the last I saw him there. :)

I had a Chihuahua named Mr Nibbles. He like to nibble my ankles to get my attention. No tooth marks just a friendly reminder that he was on the floor "pick me up!" :)

I just read an article about a guy who got drunk and passed out and his dog nibbled his toe right off. He ate the whole thing.

I read that article. The dog saved his life, apparently.

But has now had the taste of human flesh.

I wouldn't sleep in that guy's house.

(and yes, I'm sure it wasn't nipples.)

You never know what kind of impact you're going to have on someone.

There's this guy, I'll call him Dave.

Dave is a classically crazy guy. Hears voices, has difficulty understanding and participating in interpersonal interactions, all that, but he's a nice guy.

As I went into work last Wednesday, who do I walk past in the lobby, but Dave.

After I was on the clock, I sat out on the couch to chat with him for a little while, catch up on how things where going, and all. I wasn't working with him, just chatting.

He remarked, as a lot of our frequent flyers do, on how long I'd been working at the nuthouse, and started talking about the first time we met. He remembered a lot of details about that day on the unit, which for me, honestly, was just one of a bunch of days on the unit. I mean, I remembered Dave and all, but no real specifics. He mentioned that I had been wearing a hat from a concert that I had gone to ... I remember the concert, and I had remembered the hat. What I didn't remember was this ...

He remarked that it was common in those days (about 16 years ago) for nursing staff members to spend their time on the unit talking to nursing staff members, except for the time that they were supposed to spend interviewing their caseload of patients. What Dave said was that I didn't do that. I spent my time talking to the patients ... and when he asked me about that, I told him that I wasn't there to talk to my cow orkers, I was there for the patients, who came to the nuthouse because a lot of the time they didn't have anyone else. He said that was very important for him ... that he knew that I really cared.

So, you never know how you're going to touch people. Be mindful of that.

I'll bet that felt good, Wolf. I'm proud to know you.

So it's your fault, they keep coming back to see you. :haha:

Didn't Heart sing about that?

You are a good egg wolf.

:)

I took a call of an elopement from the State Hospital last night. "Elopement" is a nice way of saying "Security didn't notice a patient was missing."

This happens relatively infrequently, and usually doesn't involve the sort of manhunt for a dangerous maniac that you see in movies.

Usually they turn up. Sometimes a nut just really wants to wander around for a bit, have a Dunkin' Donut, or grab a quick adult beverage at a nearby watering hole.

The notice consisted of the patient's name, and a description:

"Last seen wearing a brown trench coat and black ballerina tutu."

So, I guess sometimes it really is like the movies.