Remembering a bad day

I was thinking about a bad day i recently had at work. We had a schizophrenic patient who was really of of his/her rocker. This one had only one leg and when he/she arrived the transporter handed me a spare prosthetic. When i asked the patient if he /she would need the extra one they looked at me like I was stupid and calmly said "that's not mine" They also had a doll with one of the legs removed. The first couple of days were not so bad he/she would just write constantly and give me the papers to "get to the president", one day I asked him/her who the president was and once again i got the Are you Fucking Crazy look and they told me that it was of course Missouri's own Harry S. Truman. The next day he/she told me that they could no longer tell me anything as he/she had received orders from Truman in the middle of the night. This was the beginning of a downhill slide he/she stopped all personal hygiene, Crapped in a cup and brought it to clinical group with him/her, and flushed all of his/her socks causing a blockage that flooded the recreation room on the first floor. The most disturbing thing was that he/she had a nasty habit of storing things inside of him/her. When I asked for a pencil back one day he/she reached in his pants and removed it from his/her anus. There was nothing that this pt would not stick in their ass. Controller cords, Remote Controlls, Markets, Pencils, Crayons, Paper, and his/her own hand. When you witness this you become very self conscious about what you touch.
This is just the beginning of many bad days i plan on recounting so check back in a day or two for more true stories.