“Eric approached the octagonal nurses’ station, and a blonde nurse
looked up from her computer monitor, smiled, and pointed to
examining room D. Everybody recognized the hospital shrinks
from the bright red W on their lanyard IDs. The W stood for
Wright, the wing that contained the locked psych unit, but the
staff teased that W stood for Wackos. He’d heard all the jokes—
How do you tell the psychiatrists from the patients in the hospital?
The patients get better and leave. Eric told the best psychiatrist
jokes, though he never told the ones about psychiatrist’s kids. He
didn’t think those were funny. He lived those.”
―
Lisa Scottoline,
Every Fifteen Minutes
