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socialjustice_fsu · 03-30-2010, 02:41 PM

I was the director of an adult psychiatric inpatient unit within the confines of our state mental hospital several years back. I would often work late or come in at odd hours (insomnia). My office was in the basement of a very old building that once housed the morgue. It was about 2 AM one morning and I was making some rounds on the units and most all the patient's were either sleeping or unusually quiet (rare but rather nice). I had just settled down to review charts in the basement and this voice bellowed out over the PA system stating boldly, "THIS IS GOD!" Now mind you there were speakers in the pt. rooms much like the one's that are found in modern day hospital rooms today (really therapeutic for paranoid patients). Within a matter of seconds the staff and patient's were out in the halls waiting for 'God' to speak again. Before I could get to the patient that was the guilty party of knowing the code to access the PA system he had spotted a patient turning paintings around and hanging them backwards down the halls as all the commotion was going on. Right before I got the phone away from him he was shouting (where this pt. could not see him) to "Put those paintings back or you don't get your weekend pass, BANG, BANG...signing off, THIS IS GOD."
My guess is several of those patient's remained with us a little longer than anticipated since they had now heard the voice of God. There was quite a bit of xanax dispensed that morning...to staff. God, I miss those days.

03-30-2010, 02:41 PM	#6
socialjustice_fsu Member How Do You Identify?: Feminine Preferred Pronoun?: She, her Relationship Status: It’s all good. Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: The gulf waters are sapphire blue and the beach sand is white as snow. Posts: 607 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 6,866 Thanked 2,155 Times in 439 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	I was the director of an adult psychiatric inpatient unit within the confines of our state mental hospital several years back. I would often work late or come in at odd hours (insomnia). My office was in the basement of a very old building that once housed the morgue. It was about 2 AM one morning and I was making some rounds on the units and most all the patient's were either sleeping or unusually quiet (rare but rather nice). I had just settled down to review charts in the basement and this voice bellowed out over the PA system stating boldly, "THIS IS GOD!" Now mind you there were speakers in the pt. rooms much like the one's that are found in modern day hospital rooms today (really therapeutic for paranoid patients). Within a matter of seconds the staff and patient's were out in the halls waiting for 'God' to speak again. Before I could get to the patient that was the guilty party of knowing the code to access the PA system he had spotted a patient turning paintings around and hanging them backwards down the halls as all the commotion was going on. Right before I got the phone away from him he was shouting (where this pt. could not see him) to "Put those paintings back or you don't get your weekend pass, BANG, BANG...signing off, THIS IS GOD." My guess is several of those patient's remained with us a little longer than anticipated since they had now heard the voice of God. There was quite a bit of xanax dispensed that morning...to staff. God, I miss those days.