Asylum

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Wearing his white lab coat, Sam made his usual rounds. Peeking into the first room, he sighed. “Simon, how many times have I told you we don’t finger paint with feces?”

Covered in human waste, heavy set Simon looked up from his place on the floor. Adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose, he left a foul chocolate trail. “Dr. Barker, it stinks in here.”

Resisting the urge to say no shit, Sam Barker groaned, “These kooks will drive me crazy.”

Where were the attendants when you needed them?  Controlling his frustrations, he continued down the hallway.

Years slaving in this morose dead end asylum? Why didn’t he listen to his mother? He could have been a dentist.

“Mrs. Bradford, what have I told you about chewing your toe nails?”

Looking up, the old fossil of a woman with layers of old make-up adjusted a raggedy scarf she believe to be a mink stole. “A dignified lady will never dine at the finest cuisine with nasty toe nails.”

Before Sam could respond he noticed Mad Max tapping his forehead against a wall.

“Hey, Max. More headaches?”

“Doc, it’s killing me.”

Sam grabbed him by the shoulders and slowly turned him around until Max leaned against the wall. “How is that?”

Max continued his nervous nod. “You are the miracle man.”

A nurse interrupted. “Sam.”

“My name is Dr. Barker?” Irritated, Sam glared at her and the two large attendants behind her. “And you two need to clean up Simon.”

Petite nurse cleared her throat. “It’s medication time.”

“Make sure you give Simon an extra dose.”

She held out a paper cup.

Looking at the cup, Sam twitched. “Doctors don’t take medication.”

Before anyone could move, Sam raced frantically down the hall yelling, “I am a doctor not a patient. I am a doctor not a patient.”

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203 thoughts on “Asylum

  1. Oh my god.doc.is too mad.what dt asylum.wonderful.here in hindi movie”KHMOSHI (old movie)” is so sensitive n emotional,if u will see dt then u will be very impress.d nurse who cures mad people, at last she has become mad.tum pukar lo( u call me)tumhaara intezaar he(l m in waiting for u)….. very lovely song n dt movie.bt oppsite ur asylum.dis is a based on a love story.

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  2. A very unsettling photo, a strange story. Makes me realize how much better we should treat each other, especially those who make little sense. Wondering about Sam and the nurse. Great story, really a great story.

    Do you know what this is a picture of? It certainly is some kind of asylum. An asylum is supposed to be a refuge, but what horrors this one allows.

    A hundred years ago, many women were sent to asylums by their husbands who no longer wanted them. The men would declare their wives insane and with no one to advocate for them, the women would get locked away until they died, many going insane from savage treatment.

    Civilization is judged by those who cannot speak for themselves.

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    • That image appeared on a search of asylum. It is rather creepy, isn’t it. I think my story is the old fashion idea of an asylum. Although, I had to visit a close friend once and I did see a person having deep discussing with the wall. (Not trying to be funny). Yes, men did declare their wives insane just to be rid of them. Decades ago, people were sent to asylums because otheir sexual preferences were outside the “norm.”
      Amazing. I got this idea for the story and tried to leave it up in the air. Was he a doctor? Or was the nurse a patient and the doctor going mad from years of working with these people. Thanks for reading and for your comments. Trying to keep the fiction writes flowing.

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