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		<description><![CDATA[Drinkin&#039; red wine... I was talking to a patient who told me about walking out of a drug treatment program because she &quot;wasn&#039;t cleaning any fucking toilets.&quot; She put all her possessions in an army bag and walked out to the streets. She went to a phone booth to call her boyfriend to see if should could stay with him. In her absence (about 6 days), &quot;someone else kinda&#039; moved in.&quot; She was so angry she hung up on him, exited the phone booth; and what to her wondering eyes should appear directly across the street? A bar. &quot;I went in to have a few drinks and clear my head...&quot; Needless to say the evening ended up, shall we say, poorly; a trip with the police to the emergency psychiatric unit. &quot;Her final comment as I walked out of the room: &quot;I&#039;m getting my period.&quot; All&#039;s well that ends well.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Drinkin&#8217; red wine&#8230; I was talking to a patient who told me about walking out of a drug treatment program because she &#8220;wasn&#8217;t cleaning any fucking toilets.&#8221; She put all her possessions in an army bag and walked out to the streets. She went to a phone booth to call her boyfriend to see if should could stay with him. In her absence (about 6 days), &#8220;someone else kinda&#8217; moved in.&#8221; She was so angry she hung up on him, exited the phone booth; and what to her wondering eyes should appear directly across the street? A bar. &#8220;I went in to have a few drinks and clear my head&#8230;&#8221; Needless to say the evening ended up, shall we say, poorly; a trip with the police to the emergency psychiatric unit. &#8220;Her final comment as I walked out of the room: &#8220;I&#8217;m getting my period.&#8221; All&#8217;s well that ends well.</p>
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