Blog 20/09/05 I have been found out. Well, I think they are on to me and it is the reason I have not been able to post anything for a while. Paranoia, I have some insight into that in other people, but with me this could be true. I can't get access to the site from work anymore. They have one of these "net nanny" things on the main server now and my access to the web site is blocked. Bastards. Who would have thought that the damn IT department would know a little about the system to do this to me. They can't seem to get anything else working at the hospital, why pick on me. The truth must out and people should see why my life sucks. Now they take that away from me. Hell, blogging is therapy. Call it the best form of free association I know. Freud would be pleased but the powers that be. They are messing with my mental health. I am having my revenge. I am sitting here, in a book shop coffee bar looking out the window, whatching my subject material walking down below, absorbed in their lives. Drinking a double, medium size Americano with milk - call it a plain cup of coffee, that really isn’t that good and you have an idea of the thing. I am supposed to be at work, but I am not. I saw patients this morning and now I am taking my revenge. I have work to do but I don't do it when I am there so why do it now. Have coffee. Take a mental health day, I say. I do have a story to tell, but I heard it from a college, so it is second hand but I know the source and they are too dim to make this up. A patient of his has a son with learning difficulties. He has to attend a particular school to meet the demands of his special needs. Well, the school, small and personal and with a very good reputation in the field, took some of the pupils to a game park, a glorified zoo really. Well, they "lost" this young man at some point in the day and they had a hard time finding him. When they did find him he was wet, head to toe and holding onto his backpack for dear life. He didn’t seem to ruffled by what ever had happened but what ever it was he wasn't talking to anyone. He wouldn't let go of the rucksack and in order not to make any issue out of it, for fear of creating a scene that may have turned difficult the staff put a blanket around him or a towel come to think of it. They took him back home and left things like that. He proceeded to go to the bathroom and locked himeself in it. Obviously, after 2 hours in the bathroom, his mother was becoming increasingly concerned and because of his psychiatric needs and history she called for help in order to get into the bathroom to get to her son. The only way in was to remove the door hinges, which a neighbour arranged. You can see the level of concern that was now generated by these events. Never a dull day in psychiaty! Once the door was removed, who was more surprised by what they saw next, the mother.... The young wet boy, or the penguin in the bath. Boy and Penguin looked around at the same time with better comic timing then anyone could have planned. He had managed to steal a penguin from a zoo? Without any body realising it? What genius is that? To top it all off, when the zoo was contacted to tell them that there was a penguin missing and that it was currently taking a bath, in the upstairs bathroom of a victorian terrace. They didn't believe it. "All our pengiuns are tagged, madam, and its impossible to get into the enclosure let alone take one." Tell that to the pengiun in the bath. All ended well.The boy realised he had made a mistake after the first hour in the bath but once there what was he supposed to do. Poor fellow. The pengiun had his own tail to tell, no doubt, but what pengiun would believe him?