Who are you? Mr. Schizo
Where are you? Some Hospital Without a Psych Unit
Why are you here? I’m sick.
Who am I? A nurse.
What am I here to do? Help me.
My schizophrenic man was in an active phase, and every activity I attempted had become an impossible chore. And so I began running through this script every time I entered the room.
By the time he answered the last question, Mr. Schizo was calmed (however briefly) and allowed me to do whatever it was I had come to do.