I was involved with an injured vagabond that a passerby had covered with his jacket ( marked Smith). We rang up Mrs Smith and before we cd say he's a deader, she added, and Mr Smith has just walked thro the door!
Believing you are dead - is a feature of Cotards syndrome. You know sackler and fentanyl? I was given too much Fent in Hospital 1999 ( ca colon therapy, guts out etc) and got that, and demanded to be taken to the mortuary.
Taken off morph ( no pain at all readers!). Red card to ministry. A surgeon no less saying I had been so badly affected ('on a scale of one to ten? above ten) I needed a psychiatrist. Just stop the fent I replied sulkily.
and a few days later, said
" I am feeling REALLY weird. It cannot be fentanyl. and the feeling has COME again!!!!" Cue X files music. do-do -di -do....
and little nursey said: no one crossed it off your scrip so we put you back on it
oo-er nursey! and junior doc! and note keeping! and patient transfer of info! and critical incident sheets, and the box: was the patient harmed? - was it ticked.....and what did Matron say when she popped her head in five days later?
I am OK with it - I was given a drug which led directly to a psychosis - and then they gave it to me again.