Listening is healing

Muahahaaha
It's 2.06am now,
and i am wide awake
no yawns, no watery eyes, wide awake!

was trying so hard to write a liason psychiatry report for the past 5 hours.
and only managed to type like a quarter of a page?!
and i am oh so deviating towards this magnet-like internet
that had my hands so itchy that i just have to write something..

If only i can channel this "inspiration" to the correct place!

Today, i feel like i'm some sort of hound looking for "sad", "depressed", "suicidal", "anxious", "siau" people in the wards.
Further, it takes hours / days to built rapport before some1 divulges their personal stuff, rantings, deep and bottomless fear to you.. right?
And, when we start to ask about hallucinations, be it visual or auditory, i get that look. That dirty look from the ward patient that thinks i'm the siau person instead. Hey, i'm looking pretty serious here ok ah pak! -_-'''


So, 1 word for the psychiatrists.

GENG.

They really got the patience to sit and wait and sit and wait till they spill their beans.

listening is healing