KOMMunity

So doing a community nursing job means, working in the community... as in, going to peoples houses. This becomes all the more necessary when the patients are schizophrenic, have a pretty  loose grip on the concept of time and need a shot of antipsychotic juice in the arse to stop them from hurting themselves.

I spent part of yesterday arvo crusing the streets (all 5 of them) of the community looking for the two patients in question. First to their home, a logical starting point. They're not in though so we try their parents, girlfriend, friends, the shop... eventually we just find this guy walking around with a big silly grin on his face.

As pointless as that all seemed for a while, I actually ended up really liking the guy. He was super friendly; not to mention really open and welcoming and I was glad we could help him get through another week without doing whatever shit he pulls without his meds.

So the truck pulls over and he hops in the back, where we mixed up the meds and jabbed the needle into his backside on the side of the dirt road, with the engine still running.  It felt like the super shadiest drug deal. If you're having trouble imagining it, it probably looked a lot like this picture...