Of late I count my days by whether it’s headache-free or headache-filled days, and lemme tell you it’s no fun at all to have the latter be the majority of them. Don’t understand why this is happening; some says it’s stress, but I really don’t feel stressed at all- truth! Yet this past week the first thing I do as soon as I woke up is to pray hard that I won’t have headache later during the day. It probably sounds like I’m whining about something petty, but if you’ve ever had tension headaches or migraine before, you’d know this kind of pain can be quite debilitating- in short it’s nothing you’d wish for on anyone (unless you really hate them lol).
Apart from the headaches though, days have been filled with interesting (sometimes bizarre) conversations. Some people have delusions that are not that out of line from what we know as social norms, and I guess it’s understandable- in most cases it’s their coping mechanism, their way of handling what they considered as brutal reality, and they needed a way to deal with it. You hear views about life, about religions, about universality of all religions, about love, about ‘the other world’ etc. Some of the things they said were quite mind-boggling, whilst some made me think (when I don’t have headaches that impair my cognitive function, that is). Psychiatry is so much more about life and the real world out there for different kinds of people, most of them not the average people we surround ourselves with; it’s becoming more interesting and less intimidating as the day goes by- it really just depends on how you choose to see things. Our professor told us, before we went out to the wards, “whatever it is, just take it easy,” and I think that’s the most apt advice to give.
Today there’s this guy who wasn’t his usual self as the past few days. He made an analogy about him being a meek lion. “but just because I’m meek doesn’t mean I’m weak,” and he claims to be an empathic and simple person, but when pushed to a corner, “I’ll ROARRRR!” And he also made a comment that’s worth reflecting upon- “who do you think you are to want to help me? how can you help me? tell me, how are you helping me right now???” Indeed. Sometimes we doctors think we know better, and we prescribe meds intending to “help” them, but is that necessarily the best thing for the patient? Do we really know better than them about themselves and what they need? Do we? I have no answer to that, but I think that’s a fair point that he made, and it’s worth spending some time thinking bout it. Just a food for thought I guess.