Disclaimer: Okay, this is NOT a story about POTC...or Jack Sparrow, but rather a story of a character played by Johnny Depp...Don Juan DeMarco (a movie that ALL Johnny fans MUST SEE) I urge you to please read this...or maybe rent the movie then read this. He's just like Jack...only fully blown out in his romanticism. Well, I won't give everything away. Just read with the thought of Johnny Depp as Don Juan DeMarco. He's so hott...I promise! (look him up online if you don't believe me =) )
1. Miss. Psychiatrist
"Dr. Tribianni, you're wanted in the conference room." A nurse tells you.
"Thank you, nurse." You reply with a smile and walk briskly down the hall to the conference room. You're about to have a meeting with your fellow colleagues about incoming patients and patients already in the hospital and how's they're doing.
"Good morning, doctors." You greet the table of people with a smile.
"Good morning, Angela." Doctor Samuel Greene greets you. He's your boss and the head psychiatrists here at Queen's Psychiatric Ward in Queens, NY.
You smile and take a seat next to Dr. Greene.
"Okay, the meeting can now begin!" Dr. Green exclaims with an enthusiastic smile. "Now, Dr. Tribianni, since you were the last one here, you'll be my first victim. How is your patient in room 424? As it says here, she was found trying to kill herself with a butter knife at her boyfriend's apartment."
"Yes, indeed." You reply, taking out your patient information. "I had a couple meetings with her and based on those conferences with the patient, I came to diagnose her with chronic schizothymia. The poor girl was delusional when she and her boyfriend had broke up, but she said something inside her said that they hadn't broken up."
"Are you sure it's not a case of schizophrenia that led her to her suicidal attempts?" Dr. Buffay asks from across the table. You glance up, as though in shock that he had suggested an alternative diagnosis for one of your patients.
"I'm positive, doctor." You reply, slowly. "I began her on meds early last week and she's been responding to them great. She fully recognizes that she and her boyfriend are broken up, and the voices inside her head are sparse as of recently. Her actions weren't nearly as violent as they would have been if she were in fact schizophrenic."
"Excellent. And her release date is...when?" Greene asks.
"June 4th. I'll have her in, don't worry, doctor." You reply with a satisfied grin.
Once the conference has ended, all the doctors disperse but Dr. Greene asks you to remain.
"Dr. Tribianni, I have been amazed by your diagnosis of many of our patients. You've proven to be my number one psychiatrist in this building and I'd like to give you a promotion to be head of the department that deals with patients in the south wing."
"But doctor!" You exclaim, almost gasping from his huge promotion.
"No no, doctor Tribianni, you have proven yourself here far beyond words can even express. It's as if you have been a psychiatrist your entire life and should be on the verge of retirement."
"But head of that entire wing?!" You exclaim, realizing that the south wing is the biggest and deals with most of the more severe of patients.
"I do have faith in you." He replies and leaves the room.
"Doctor Green!" You call after him, your adrenaline rushing.
"Yes, Doctor Tribianni?" He turns to you.
"Thank you so much!" You exclaim like a kid again.
You get out of work that evening on the highest note you've ever left the ward on. You dance down the streets to your car feeling happier than a child with a new toy.
"Who's Miss. Psychiatrist?! I'm Miss. Psychiatrist!" You exclaim as you get into your car and drive home to your lonely one person apartment.
Once at home, you change into your pj's, make yourself some quick dinner and sit down at your kitchen table alone. Upon eating, you can't help but ponder the day's achievements: You fully diagnosed Mr. Burnside, you saw first signs of improvement on Mr. Wright, Mrs. Turner was going home tomorrow and you got your promotion as head of the south wing of the ward! That pretty much made you about one step below Dr. Greene...which means that you are almost as good a psychiatrist as he is...and he runs the hospital and is the main doctor there! You squirm in your chair with excitement at the though of it.
You clean up the kitchen and watch some TV. As you curl up on the couch and flick through some movie channels, you come across the movie 'Titanic'. It's such a cliché, yet sad movie, so you decide to invest your time in watching some of it. You're in a sappy sort of mood.
Bad idea.
You haven't dated anyone in such a long time it seems; you've just been too busy at work to date anyone! By watching 'Titanic' you begin to feel depressed about your love life.
"Why can't I find a love like you, Jack Dawson?!" You cry aloud, wiping your tears as he clutches to Rose as the ship is sinking.
Not able to watch anymore of the movie, and too depressed, you make your way to your room and plop down on the bed. You sob for a little while, half because that movie is just so damn sad...and half because you wish you could find a man like jack Dawson...who cared for you like he cared for Rose. You look in the mirror at yourself and wipe away your pathetic tears.
"I'm Miss. Psychiatrist." You say to yourself. "I don't need a man in my life right now." You say, putting up your strong career savvy woman façade.
"Better get to bed. Got to be at the ward early tomorrow." You say to yourself as you turn out the light.
1. Miss. Psychiatrist
"Dr. Tribianni, you're wanted in the conference room." A nurse tells you.
"Thank you, nurse." You reply with a smile and walk briskly down the hall to the conference room. You're about to have a meeting with your fellow colleagues about incoming patients and patients already in the hospital and how's they're doing.
"Good morning, doctors." You greet the table of people with a smile.
"Good morning, Angela." Doctor Samuel Greene greets you. He's your boss and the head psychiatrists here at Queen's Psychiatric Ward in Queens, NY.
You smile and take a seat next to Dr. Greene.
"Okay, the meeting can now begin!" Dr. Green exclaims with an enthusiastic smile. "Now, Dr. Tribianni, since you were the last one here, you'll be my first victim. How is your patient in room 424? As it says here, she was found trying to kill herself with a butter knife at her boyfriend's apartment."
"Yes, indeed." You reply, taking out your patient information. "I had a couple meetings with her and based on those conferences with the patient, I came to diagnose her with chronic schizothymia. The poor girl was delusional when she and her boyfriend had broke up, but she said something inside her said that they hadn't broken up."
"Are you sure it's not a case of schizophrenia that led her to her suicidal attempts?" Dr. Buffay asks from across the table. You glance up, as though in shock that he had suggested an alternative diagnosis for one of your patients.
"I'm positive, doctor." You reply, slowly. "I began her on meds early last week and she's been responding to them great. She fully recognizes that she and her boyfriend are broken up, and the voices inside her head are sparse as of recently. Her actions weren't nearly as violent as they would have been if she were in fact schizophrenic."
"Excellent. And her release date is...when?" Greene asks.
"June 4th. I'll have her in, don't worry, doctor." You reply with a satisfied grin.
Once the conference has ended, all the doctors disperse but Dr. Greene asks you to remain.
"Dr. Tribianni, I have been amazed by your diagnosis of many of our patients. You've proven to be my number one psychiatrist in this building and I'd like to give you a promotion to be head of the department that deals with patients in the south wing."
"But doctor!" You exclaim, almost gasping from his huge promotion.
"No no, doctor Tribianni, you have proven yourself here far beyond words can even express. It's as if you have been a psychiatrist your entire life and should be on the verge of retirement."
"But head of that entire wing?!" You exclaim, realizing that the south wing is the biggest and deals with most of the more severe of patients.
"I do have faith in you." He replies and leaves the room.
"Doctor Green!" You call after him, your adrenaline rushing.
"Yes, Doctor Tribianni?" He turns to you.
"Thank you so much!" You exclaim like a kid again.
You get out of work that evening on the highest note you've ever left the ward on. You dance down the streets to your car feeling happier than a child with a new toy.
"Who's Miss. Psychiatrist?! I'm Miss. Psychiatrist!" You exclaim as you get into your car and drive home to your lonely one person apartment.
Once at home, you change into your pj's, make yourself some quick dinner and sit down at your kitchen table alone. Upon eating, you can't help but ponder the day's achievements: You fully diagnosed Mr. Burnside, you saw first signs of improvement on Mr. Wright, Mrs. Turner was going home tomorrow and you got your promotion as head of the south wing of the ward! That pretty much made you about one step below Dr. Greene...which means that you are almost as good a psychiatrist as he is...and he runs the hospital and is the main doctor there! You squirm in your chair with excitement at the though of it.
You clean up the kitchen and watch some TV. As you curl up on the couch and flick through some movie channels, you come across the movie 'Titanic'. It's such a cliché, yet sad movie, so you decide to invest your time in watching some of it. You're in a sappy sort of mood.
Bad idea.
You haven't dated anyone in such a long time it seems; you've just been too busy at work to date anyone! By watching 'Titanic' you begin to feel depressed about your love life.
"Why can't I find a love like you, Jack Dawson?!" You cry aloud, wiping your tears as he clutches to Rose as the ship is sinking.
Not able to watch anymore of the movie, and too depressed, you make your way to your room and plop down on the bed. You sob for a little while, half because that movie is just so damn sad...and half because you wish you could find a man like jack Dawson...who cared for you like he cared for Rose. You look in the mirror at yourself and wipe away your pathetic tears.
"I'm Miss. Psychiatrist." You say to yourself. "I don't need a man in my life right now." You say, putting up your strong career savvy woman façade.
"Better get to bed. Got to be at the ward early tomorrow." You say to yourself as you turn out the light.