The psych ward is an interesting, albeit inappropriate, place to play “guess the diagnosis. The first person I diagnosed basically handed it to me on a silver platter within hours of being there. I confirmed it with her later. But then when her friend picked up on my neat trick, he wanted me to guess his next. His was a touch harder, but I asked the right questions and figured it out. I also explained what it all meant to him since no one had bothered to do that. From there it was all speculation as I didn’t go around confirming, but it kept us entertained for a bit.
I suppose that’s one way to pass time in a psych ward.