Devil's Music

Irina, sit down.

She was a 29-year-old young nurse who was working in Georgia General Hospital for the fourth year. Last year, I made love to a two-year-old man I met as an acquaintance and decided to get married after two years of romance.

Recently, she had a lot of things to worry about as she was preparing for the wedding, and she occasionally got into fights with a boyfriend she had never fought before.

Today, when she went to pick out furniture to put in the newlyweds and fought with her boyfriend who was following her around with a straight face, she was intrigued by it. After her shift, other employees called her boyfriend to come home and ask for reconciliation.

It was night, but the light was on and she sat in the nurse's seat in the hallway and called her boyfriend.

“It's me, baby. I'm sorry I got mad today. ”

She nods her chin to see if she should apologize properly, and says with a big gesture.

“I picked the furniture for the house to live in with you, and I was furious because I saw you bothering your face, and I didn't think you'd have a lot to worry about these days and a lot of work to do. ”

The opposing Pokémon apologized to you today with words full of love to see if you were upset, and their relationship was quickly restored. Irina was talking about what was so happy for a long time and talked about it until late at night.

Irina hangs up her phone, smiling happily as it's too late to be considerate of her opponent for work tomorrow.

Is it because I've solved the most important thing? Her expression was very bright, unlike when she came to work.

I brought her a cup of coffee while singing a nostril. As I started working, I suddenly looked around the clock, looking at the carte where she was stacked.

Irina wakes up after checking the time after 1: 30 in the morning.

“Oh my God!! Look at me! Look at me! Oh, my God! ”

She quickly finds one of the cartels and runs down the hallway. Surprise spreads across her face as she runs.

She forgot that one of the patients admitted to the VIP Ward had a cancer patient who needed analgesics on time, so she glanced at the carte, running down the hallway in cold sweat.

Name: Dariya Miochi

Age: 87

Disorder: small bowel cancer, kidney cancer, Wilm's tumor, metastatic bone tumor

Caution: Analgesic administration every 12 hours. Patients may experience severe pain if late, so please take your pain medication every 11 hours and 30 minutes

Referring Physician's Note: You are a VIP customer and need to be careful

I felt cold sweat on my back thinking about the patient who would be twisting and complaining to the limbs.

Moreover, the patient was a VIP patient and was mentally sound, so Irina was born and ran for the first time when she knew that she might be fired from work shortly before the wedding.

In case the patient was embarrassed and worried that they would be anxious, the hospital instructed the nurse not to run from the hospital, but the instructions were not important to Irina now.

Opened to smash the door, she jumps into the VIP Ward.

A splendid room with quietly extinguished lights, made of glass, sits in a detachable room with a large and sumptuous bed visible from the inside out.

Quickly, Irina, who turned on the fire, sees Daria in bed and stiffens. Daria was so comfortably asleep.

Irina sighs, relieved to see her snoring down without a sore spot. However, I felt relieved for a moment and said in a voice that Irina, who was impressed and saw Carte, was annoyed.

“By the way, doctors are a VIP patient. I'm sick of it! Other patients are begging for an analgesic shot, and they don't let go, and they throw a cartel full of pain if they don't get it to the VIP faster than time! ”

Irina, grumbling, has administered the injection to Daria's Ringer, who needs another analgesic injection during the day tomorrow.

After checking that the medicine was mixing well, she lowers Dariya's relaxed expression and opens her eyes curiously, seeing the earphones in her ears.

“Are you sleeping with the music? That's odd.He wasn't interested in anything but books. ”

Irina opens her lips, shrugging her shoulders, watching the MP3 attached to Daria's ear phone tied tightly to her hand.

“I'm glad you're okay, by the way. ”

Irina closes the door quietly and checks the chart again to see if she missed the other patients.

* * *

A month later.

Doctors from the New York Downtown General Hospital held a meeting. Every month, everyone was comfortable with a cup of coffee, except the doctor preparing the presentation, because the data that had been studied for a month or shared about the unusual patient's case.

A total of forty-four physicians work at Downtown New York Hospital, which was quite a large hospital when compared to the number of regular doctors except interns and residents.

When the doctors arrived at the convention hall at the top of the hospital, the social-seeing doctor announced the beginning, and the doctors made a brief announcement about what had happened in a month.

Everyone reported routinely in reports prepared for chapter three or four of the PPT, and the meetings that were going on without any specifics were a little sleepy. Even principal Murphy Troy, the director of Downtown New York Hospital, howled and thought,

‘Nothing unusual this month either. Yeah, this is what hospitals are for. It's best to be peaceful with no specifics. But the lack of research is a bit of a pity, because researchers are constantly working on improving modern medicine. ’

Larry ascends to the top of the statue in his seemingly useless eyes. The psychiatric ward sat down to fix Principal Murphy's posture, who had hoped it would be less free every month when a new case arose.

Larry puts the thick-looking paperwork on the platform in front of the platform, puts it on a funeral and puts it on the microphone.

“Hello, teachers. Larry Wilkins, chief of psychology. ”

Larry waits for the pause of the applause as he gives a PPT screen on the big TV behind him, the doctors watching the title of the screen rumble, and the convention hall goes noisy.

“Validate the effects of music therapy? Was that supposed to be a test? ”

“We're still working on it, so Chief Larry must be making some progress. ”

“Well, it's music therapy. It's hard to prove. ”

“Yes, even if it worked, it's a field that requires energy to prove that it's because of music. ”

The convention hall was immediately silent as the noisy doctors stopped speaking quietly and gradually stopped murmuring thanks to Larry looking at them. Larry smiles, waiting to return to the quiet convention hall.

“Today I'm here to report on the findings of the last month. First of all, I want to thank Kay for helping me present the results of this study. ”

After Kay's name came out of his mouth, he asked what Principal Murphy meant.

“Kay? Chief Larry. You mean the one I know? ”

“Yes, Prelate. That's right."

“Oh, you mean he provided you with the music you needed for your music therapy? ”

“Half right. It's not actually what he gave me, it's more like what I got. ”

“Hmm? What do you mean? ”

“If you look at the results, you'll see why I'm hanging around. Let's start with the first case. ”

When Larry seemed confident pressing the controller on the PPT screen, the screen switched to the patient's picture and information.

“Name, Alicia Glass. Age 44. Severe schizophrenia, depression, insomnia. While my family was fishing in the sea, I didn't see any signs of any improvement for three years after being attacked by sharks and survived alone in psych. ”

Larry once again manipulated the PPT controller and the screen turned to video. On a screen that appears to be a CCTV in the room, you see Alicia clapping her hands as if she were sitting at the end of the bed fishing.

Alicia was posing as if she was fishing on the corner of the bed or on the hospital's crotch bed on the toilet. Larry, who froze the screen, raises his hand on the platform.

“Patients with Alicia Glass had an imbalance of all three hormones: serotonine, norepinephrine and dopamine, which regulate emotion and behavior, and were receiving medications that could be a high level of burden to the body. The medications she was taking were: ”

The screen reminded me of a prescription for medication that Alicia was taking.

Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors (SSRI), norepinephrinedopamine reuptake inhibitors (NDRI), tricyclic antidepressants (TCAS), monoamine oxidase inhibitors (MAO inhibitors)

When the prescription came to mind, the doctors started talking again.

“Isn't that the level of concern for brain deterioration? Was the patient that serious? ”

“Yes, it was an unusually antidepressant patient. ”

“He said his family was wiped out and he survived on his own. It's worth it. Sorry, Tsk, tsk. ”

Larry said, manipulating the controller again.

“We've done KY's music three times a day in the last month. We did hourly treatments. 10: 00am, 4: 00pm, 10: 00pm. And now, Alicia has stopped taking antidepressants for hormone release. ”

Principal Murphy woke up in shock.

“What!!!? Get away from the antidepressant. A patient who was taking it at such a severe rate is off his meds. Are you trying to kill a patient? ”

Young doctors who look less fluent than Larry said with their pens in their hands.

“Yes, sir. If you discontinue a patient with a low level of medication, they could go into self-induced shock. Is there a reason you're off your meds? ”

“Chief Larry must have had an idea, whether he'd cut off the antidepressant and prescribed it as something else. ”

“Is there a substitute for antidepressants in the world? And a prescription like that is a possible cure for a moderately schizophrenic patient, and I don't think stopping it for three years is the right thing to do as a doctor! ”

As the doctors give their opinions, Director Murphy looks angry and points at Larry.

“Chief Larry. You have to explain it properly. ”

Larry smiled and manipulated the PPT controller silently.

Then, I remembered a picture of Alicia smiling brightly.