Junior Doctor's Diary: When patients fake mental illness

The mental health clinic was not as busy as I had anticipated, much to my relief. I was tired from the week-long call that was coming to its tail end. My internship period was also coming to an end. This came with a concoction of joy and sadness. I was elated that this period was finally coming to a close. Still, I was sad because I would miss my psychiatric patients and the government's oily paycheck.

The day was like any other. Our small town was buzzing with activity as the days carried on. We were accustomed to the scorching sun that this part of the world gifted us. It was uncomfortably hot by eleven o'clock in the morning, and perhaps the only reasonable thing was to work with only the vest on; a vest, and a pair of shorts. But folks, that would be a newspaper headline. 'A naked doctor is allowed to practice in a large referral hospital.'