It has been a weird week. To mark it as weird in a good or bad way would be jumping the gun however. There has been a sizable amount of both.
The most disturbing part of the week was when I drove a friend to the local Emergency Room. She was feeling physically ill, decided to go, and asked me for a lift, to avoid the expense of an ambulance or taxi ride.
According to a social worker who came to ask me some questions, I had allegedly told a doctor three things:
1. She was my wife.
2. She was behaving wildly psychotic and out of control.
3. I wanted her committed involuntarily to a psychiatric ward.
Problem is none of these things were true, nor did I tell anyone at the hospital any such thing. When medical professionals act on the never-said allegations of a non-existent family member to force someone into a locked facility, one might begin to suspect that the whole practice of psychiatric involuntary commitments is in fact a very dangerous thing.
At least in the former Soviet Union, they would coerce a real family member to make false allegations. Thankfully we live in a democracy where the dude giving someone a lift has the allegations automatically made on his behalf.
