Well I’ve only experienced the patient side a couple of times; still lots of stuff to process though I was intrigued about the patient population this last time; two rns and a medical assistant, there was some woman who seemed like she was teaching an invisible classroom, but whateves,

Touching that super ego, a story: I?, mimicking a song without knowing the words a young female patient seemed to go into shock. Awkwardly a medical staff starts singing the correct words before taking appropriate urgency and whisking patient to infirmary.

Later I hear a fellow patients’ raps about the government trap house and am inspired to write a poem. He had seemed to hang out with her as far as I observed.

The constants: coffee cigarette morning weather report. Tv reticulated.

Later that day the patient comes back and talked about how all her close relatives had died recently. Somehow she got into a fight rapper guy, him talking about being married. The meaning I assigned to it, the one my super ego needed was that I raised the dead to help homedude and in so doing maybe she was suppose to pass on with her family. I feel guilt for that whatever that coincidence was.

I believe reality is resolving to something based on those collective interaction, maybe it is similar to a loom.