Thursday or Friday of each week is the day I get to go to jail. This morning, I got there to discover that I had left my driver's license at home (you need to turn over ID to get past security), which naturally led to many jokes about "did they let you into jail?" I am happy to say that they did, indeed, let me into jail today. And they even let me back out; imagine that.
A classmate and I participate in a program for substance abusers at the county jail. So far, the thing that has struck me most about people in jail is how similar they are to people not in jail. Actually, my most interesting observation so far is that the main difference between people in jail and people not in jail is a peculiar inability to control one's emotions, especially the negative ones. Next time you feel fury, frustration, or despair, remember that self-control goes a long way.
After jail, I headed over to the Catholic charities clinic for an afternoon of women's health. I work with my preceptor and the world's most wonderful PA there; this afternoon I observed 2 colposcopies with endocervical curettage (ECC) and biopsy, and an attempted endometrial biopsy. I didn't do much more than hold the patient's hand, but I somehow managed to get thanked for it. I guess when people are sticking things up your vagina and cutting bits out of your cervix, the person who holds your hand is pretty darn important.
Finally, some quotes of the ill:
M: Do you have a runny nose?
Patient: Who in our state doesn't have a runny nose??
Dr: She used to be psycho... but now she's sweet as a button. A little dab of Zoloft makes all the difference!
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