Lunch break

The weather was beautiful today and after spending the morning catching glances through the windows, I went outside for my 30 minute lunch break from clinical. There's a staff lounge tucked away in a corner of the building and a door outside opens onto a couple of benches in a shady spot, well away from the bus stop and bird eating and crack deals and whatever other craziness is going on in the front of the building.

Side note: I got a few more details about the bird eater. He had come across a dead sparrow and decided to eat it because "it was bugging me."

Anyhow, I ate my sandwich and stretched out on one of the benches for a 20-minute snooze. Which was quickly interrupted when a man came and sat on the bench across from me.

"Hi there." Please please go away. "Having a nap?" Well, I WAS. "I used to work at nursing homes, but had to quit when I got dementia." Oh, waitasec, this is a patient here, not a volunteer or staff person. "Are you Asian?" No. "Have you lived here long? I used to live in California." Great, thanks for sharing. Can I go back to my nap now? "I had a doctor down there that I really liked. He was really great." That's precious. "Yeah, I told him, y'know. I told him I loved him." Sure, lots of people like their doctors. "He told me I had to stop saying that to him or I would have to find another doctor." Well that seems a little harsh. "He had a wife and kids, but I really loved him." Uh-oh. "And then they switched me to a female doctor. I felt like I had been dumped. It was the worst break-up I've been through." Oh my god, he's crying. And obviously very crazy. Poor doctor. "He had such beautiful eyes though. What color are your eyes?" I think my lunch break is over.