I read a book called Weekends At Bellevue. This is a psychiatrist's memoir of her weekends spent working at the psychiatric unit in New York City. The author is Julie Holland. The author has problems. She tries to be a good doctor but sometimes she is impulsive and rude and comes across as uncaring. Doctors see much tragedy in their work and must compartmentalize some things so they don't get "crispy" (burned out). Sometimes homeless people, eager for a night of rest and three hot meals, will claim to be suicidal just to get off the streets for a day. Police bring in prisoners to be assessed before heading to jail. Any prisoner who takes a psychiatric med has to come to Bellevue first. The story was interesting. Being a psychiatrist is not a job I would ever want.
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