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I had a completely unsatisfying interaction with the old nuthouse last night. reallycrazychick comes in. She does this about once every month and a half. She has engaged in some minor drug use, usually weed, has been off her meds for at least a couple weeks, and lies about an assortment of things, mainly that she is suicidal. Her performance typically ends with an admission to our psych unit. Just one problem, really. No room at the inn last night.
So I had to put her somewhere. She needed a babysitter (the technical term is a one-on-one, but really it's a nut-sitter) because she had wandered off on me once and had to be returned by security.
I get everything cleared with her insurance, and called the old nuthouse. They were willing to take her but couldn't do the transport. Now, mind you, the ambulance was in station when I called, they hadn't left on their two runs yet ... and I was significantly closer than the other two runs. My deal would have taken about 20 minutes round trip, actually. Instead, I'm looking at a pick up time after midnight, knowing how the crews there do on turn-around. Not happening. I've got a staff member tied up here watching her. Not that the private transport crew ended up being much faster.
Kind of weird, though, talking to people I don't know. What I didn't know was if they knew who I was.
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