When I worked mental health, had a pt. who would come in for what she called 'tuneups' every 6 months or so...well, she'd been forced in this time for calling the police ALL the time and accusing her neighbors of cutting up bodies and putting them in her trash can outside...anyhow, after a couple of days she was a little calmer, but she was fully aware of and educated about her illness, and she would come to the desk at night and say things like 'Do you hear any music? Because I hear 'Amazing Grace' being sung' or something like that...and I would reassure her that I didn't hear anything, and off she'd go back to bed...well, ONE night she came running to the desk, and said 'I want you to come to my room...I hear men laughing!' I walked down the hall with her, into her room, and stood there listening for a second, and opened my mouth to reassure her that, no, I didn't hear any men talking, when I HEAR a male voice say 'I've almost got it, John!' Well, I nearly jumped out of my skin, and she said 'O my god, are you turning schizophrenic too?' (I laughed about THAT line later) I ran up to the desk and called the switchboard to tell them we heard voices in a patient's room...they thought I was kidding (their phone screen showed 'Psychiatric Services') and only after I called the House Supervisor did she say 'O geeze, I forgot to tell you that there would be guys working on the air conditioning system tonight!'
I can't wait to get back to working mental health...I sure do miss it! Never a dull moment!!