Things have settled down a bit in the aftermath of last weekend. People are holding it together and life goes on. The moon must be coming to full soon, because the freaks are out and about. Last night some lady told me that the spider monkey in her purse kept telling her to kill her sister. My first thought was to check her purse and make sure there wasn't actually a monkey in there. Yes, we have had monkeys in the department before. No monkey, psych consult, haldol.
I also received a pretty fucked up call from communications the other morning. One of the psych adult homes was sending a patient to us. She was pregnant (not sure how far along), and delivered in her room with her roommate. They cut the cord, tied it around the baby's neck and then dressed the baby in adult clothes. The staff didn't find out until 3 hours later. The baby was (obviously) dead and mom was schizophrenic and had no idea what the hell she had done.