A few days ago Beakie put up a caption competition on this blog.
Since then Mental Nurse, our blog founder and occasional maintainer has been in touch from his drug company-sponsored holiday and medication taste-athon (apparently the new versions of Seroquel and Abilify will come in Strawberry, Mint Choc Chip, and Nice’n'Spicy). He informs me that if we judge a winner from the various answers, he will send that winner a free Mental Nurse mug.
(Note: whoever wins will need to send their postal address to mental [AT] mentalnurse.org to claim their prize.)
I’ve nominated a shortlist below. To be fair I’ve only allowed one nomination per commenter. Dazedandconfused told me online earlier that he doesn’t want the mug, so I’ve not included a nomination for him.
Just a reminder, the captions are for this picture, which the BBC uses to illustrate mental health issues.
The nominations are:
Lou – “Jed realised tapering Seroxat was a bad idea when he spotted the Spaceship in his back garden.”
Jan – “The nice doctor said that Olanzapine would cure my headlice”
Mr Man’s Wife – “I can’t let them get a shot of my face while I’m in this shirt!”
Zarathustra – “Demons trapped in your cranium? Release them by drilling a hole in your skull with the Trepann-O-Matic! Fits neatly into the palm of your hand!”
Bipolarmo – “Life in the NHS can be a miserable existence, especially if you’re on your own. He couldn’t believe she had gone. Every night after his 6 o’clock meds he stood by the dayroom window, looking down the hospital drive hoping to see her car approaching. In his heart though he knew it was futile. He was trembling and it wasn’t due to the extrapyramidal side effects of the phenothiazines. It had been 6 weeks now and inside he knew it, she was never coming back. Yes, the truth was Patricia Hewitt was gone forever.”
Whitecoatman – “He wondered where the curtains had gone. Then he remembered his dream last night, the one where he thought that the hospital had got a new chef because the taste and texture of the food was so much better.”
Beakie – “Harry holds onto his hair to avoid the Windsor ‘early baldness’ curse which had already afflicted his father and his brother.”
Place your vote in the comments box below. Commenters are not allowed to vote for themselves.
My vote: Whitecoatman
I vote for my own caption.
…….what?
I am still deciding. It’s hard to pick.
I vote for Whitecoatman. By a kittens whisker!
I Vote for Lou.
Lou’s spaceship get’s my vote.
I vote Lou, too!
I think I will close voting at 12pm Tuesday (i.e tomorrow) and then announce the winner. In the meantime, keep voting!
Seroquel would be extremely palatable in an “Ovaltine” flavour (for that much loved sedative effect) but I’d go to hell and back for a Mental Nurse Mug!
Thanks for all your votes.
I vote for Mr Man’s Wife. That is one busy shirt.
Jan. Followed by Lou.
Lou gets my vote – curses, foiled in my quest for a new mug.
Umm… I was going to vote for Lou but now it looks like I’m only doing that because Lou voted for me!
Sorry Whitecoatman, yours was a very close second.
Can we do another caption competition? 1. They’re fun 2. I WANT A MENTAL NURSE MUG!
I vote Bipolarmo. Don’t you lot get enough mugs from your local friendly drug reps then??
Okay guys, voting is over and I hereby declare Lou to be the winner.
Lou, don’t forget to e-mail your postal address to mental@mentalnurse.org
I think we must do this again sometime. I’ll lay a trap for a drug rep and swipe some freebies off him while he’s struggling to climb out of the pit I’ve dug across the ward entrance. Then we can use them as prizes.
Hurray! I get a mental mug!
I’d just like to thank everyone who made this possible for me – you, the voters, my cranky old computer with nail polish on the keys and finally Mental himself for running this site with a flourish that is often lacking in the NHS.
Finally, a special vote of thanks to the manufacturers of Bourbon Biscuits.
How do they make the holes?
Not forgetting Beakie, who wrote the thread in the first place!
Oh what have you started….
*Mr Mans Wife tries to approach Lou to offer her congratulations, but is pushed back with the rest of the crowd of photographers and reporters by her extremely well built body gaurds. Lou is escorted into her limo, under a constant steam of flashing lights, and is driven away into the distance…*
… but doesn’t forget her friends at Mental Nurse and asks the extremely well built body guards to throw armfuls of bourbon biscuits out the limo window.
They are gobbled up by a slavering Dr Crippen who wakes up the next morning with a terrible tummy ache and sells his story to The Daily Mail.
“How a secret addiction to Bourbon Biscuits led me to seek help from a nurse specialist.”
LOL absolute classic!
I hate to say it, but I don’t like bourbon biscuits
You can’t beat real chocolate ones 
You may start a riot with that statement. The management won’t like it!
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a chocolate biscuit when I was inpatient. I have vague memories of a Rovers biscuit tin being produced at tea time, but I may have been hallucinating.
I prefer a Hob Nob, it has to be said.
But I’m on a diet at the moment – so no biscuits allowed. It’s so MISERABLE!
*passes Beakie a lettuce leaf*
Doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it?
Lou you must have been hallucinating; the only time I ever saw anything remotely edible being passed round a ward was when I brought a box of chocolates in for Mr Man to share round!
Beakie, Hob Nobs with chocolate on are better. But enjoy your lettuce leaf
I’ve never touched the food in a ward. I just ate cigarettes.
Lol they probably tasted better than the food – even the ends in a smelly ash tray!
I’ve given up smoking (4 months) so I hope I don’t get admiitted again. I’d end up eating the squashy cushions in the TV room!