Many years ago, when I was attending college in Raleigh, N.C., I helped finance my higher education by working as a health care technician (i.e., orderly) at a psychiatric institution known as Dorothea Dix Hospital. I have previously documented in this space many of the splendid and sometimes hilarious memories I have of interacting with the staff and patients on Dix Hill, but certainly not all were happy times.
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