… no escape from reality.

Every day, in every way, my life just keeps getting better and better. Being on 24/7 call as a Director of Nursing in a locked psych facility has its moments.

[It’s 1820, I’ve been home for five minutes, and Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody – “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?” – sounds from my cell phone. Duty calls.]

“Hi, it’s Dux. Does whatever you’re calling about involve smoke, open flames, blood, or dead animals?”

“uhm, no.”

“Good. What do you need?”

“Julius has barricaded hisself in his room again. He won’t come out for meals, and he’s mad – every time we knock on his door he opens it and throws a cup of piss out on us! What are we supposed to do?”


“Stop knocking on his door.”

Some problems are easier to solve than others.