This morning when I opened the refrigerator door to get the milk for my coffee, a rogue Granville Island Maple beer that was hidden somewhere in plain view jumped energetically out at me, taking me by surprise. I wasn't quick enough to catch it, nor invested enough (not a fan of maple beer), and so it hit the stone tile and smashed everywhere. The smell of maple beer was a nauseating clean up at 6:30am, though the dogs did not share this opinion and tried to get drunk.
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It is entirely possible, it turns out, that my student presenting with symptoms of psychosis is actually just faking it. The psychiatrist spoke with her yesterday and is coming back again in a week to talk to her again. But at this point, I am advised to give her space to see what happens. How odd it would be to fake such a thing. This job is exhausting me, but I am never bored.
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Maple beer. Ugh. I'm not a fa of any of the flaored or sweet beers.
I wonder what the gain is for the girl if she's malingering?
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Yeah, it's my mother in law who likes maple beer and left it behind after visiting on the weekend. It would have sat there forever if I hadn't smashed it, so I guess I have just made more room in the fridge (the hard way).
Potentially the young girl is malingering as an attempt to get closer to a male friend who genuinely has been diagnosed with psychosis. This still strikes me as very strange, but it's certainly possible. Thank goodness it's not up to me to unravel this one and we have the support of a specialist who will try and solve this mystery.
Not odd. I think I get it (being a complete loony myself). Perhaps I should write about it.
I wish you would! I would love some insight. :)
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