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No Doctors Today, Thank You~Ogden Nash
They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful, well, today I feel euphorian,
Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetite of a Victorian.
Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes,
Today I am a swashbuckler, would anybody like me to buckle any swashes?
This is my euphorian day,
I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away.
I will tame me a caribou
And bedeck it with marabou.
I will pen me my memoirs.
Ah youth, youth! What euphorian days them was!
I wasn't much of a hand for the boudoirs,
I was generally to be found where the food was.
Does anybody want any flotsam?
I've gotsam.
Does anybody want any jetsam?
I can getsam.
I can play chopsticks on the Wurlitzer,
I can speak Portuguese like a Berlitzer.
I can don or doff my shoes without tying or untying the laces because I am wearing moccasins,
And I practically know the difference between serums and antitoccasins.
Kind people, don't think me purse-proud, don't set me down as vainglorious,
I'm just a little euphorious.
Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetite of a Victorian.
Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes,
Today I am a swashbuckler, would anybody like me to buckle any swashes?
This is my euphorian day,
I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away.
I will tame me a caribou
And bedeck it with marabou.
I will pen me my memoirs.
Ah youth, youth! What euphorian days them was!
I wasn't much of a hand for the boudoirs,
I was generally to be found where the food was.
Does anybody want any flotsam?
I've gotsam.
Does anybody want any jetsam?
I can getsam.
I can play chopsticks on the Wurlitzer,
I can speak Portuguese like a Berlitzer.
I can don or doff my shoes without tying or untying the laces because I am wearing moccasins,
And I practically know the difference between serums and antitoccasins.
Kind people, don't think me purse-proud, don't set me down as vainglorious,
I'm just a little euphorious.
Mental Status Examination
Appearance: Patient appears his stated age. He is dressed appropriately
in pants, shirt, and tie. He is wearing glasses. Hygiene average.
Behavior/Attitude: Patient
demonstrates psychomotor agitation: straddling his chair, pacing around the
room, and play-acting. He makes intermittent eye contact but cooperates with
the interview.
Speech: Patient uses what sounds like a “stage voice.” His speech is
loud, verbose, pressured, and peppered with neologisms like “antitoccasins” and
“Berlitzer.” Language skills above average.
Mood: “Today I feel euphorian.”
Affect: Mood congruent, euphoric.
Thought Process: Confused, with frequent flight of ideas and clang
associations (caribou/marabou, flotsam/got some, etc.) bordering on word salad.
Thought Content: Fixated on his euphoric mood. Some delusions of
grandeur (agility of a Greek god, being a swashbuckler) and also magical
thinking (that he will “ring the heavens”). No suicidal or homicidal ideation.
Perception: Evident visual and auditory hallucinations, as patient
speaks and gesticulates as if he were on a stage in front of an audience.
Sensorium and Cognition: Awake. Uncertain orientation
to person, place, and time. Memory not formally assessed.
Insight: Fair, in that he knows he can put his shoes on or take them
off without un/tying laces; but poor in that he does not think he needs a
doctor despite his (hypo)mania and psychosis.
Judgment: Poor, in that he would go outside in the rain without his
galoshes.
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