When I was an intern it was generally known that I had an interest in the mind, and my colleagues were kind enough to ask me to see cases which they suspected might interest me, or irritate them. The following learning experiences have been assembled from the recollections of more than thirty years: the details have been changed to protect everyone’s fame and reputation, except mine.
Creatures of the night
I was the surgical intern on night duty. I was also on day duty, so sleep was a highly valued commodity. When promised, it was often snatched away. When it arrived it was often put to flight by requests for the reinsertion of drips, the unblocking of catheters, and the disentanglement of tidal drainage apparatuses operated by laws of physics never revealed to me.