Monday, March 13, 9:08 PM
At about noon today, the police brought a raving homeless man in off of the street. They told me that he frightenedly said he was running from a screaming short man, a silent version of whom was, in fact, close at hand, but seemed to be of no threat towards him.
After much cajoling, the man entrusted me with his name, Larry, before he was diagnosed, by me and my staff, with paranoid schizophrenia. He was washed and shaved; his appearance offered the seeming that he had not done so for weeks preceding his apprehension. I prescribed him one decigram of Thorazine daily, the first dose of which calmed him down enough to be handled by my staff.
-E. Edward, Head Ward
Tuesday, March 14, 9:05 PM
Percy, another patient of mine, is doing well with controlling his MPD. I think it’s very likely on the horizon that he’s to be fully recovered in no more than a month. He tells me that he can tell now who he is, though his personality does alter on occasion. Before they brought him in a year ago, Percy was babbling softly to himself at a street corner, and afterwards he told me a different name every session. His success at countering his defect is nothing short of phenomenal.
-E. Edward, Head Ward
Wednesday, March 15, 9:00 PM
Today, Larry described the screaming short man to me. He told me that his name was Johnson Mudde,