But as if that weren't bad enough, they don't even realize there's something wrong. They think they're just fine, and when they can fathom that they're here, they can't even fathom why, inquiring "What am I coming in this beet grinder?" and the like. Really, 'beet grinder'? One of them asked me that once, and as if that weren't clue enough; the guy was completely oblivious. And he was one of the better ones. Didn't have that many other problems, at least. Could dress himself. Have you any idea how few patients here can dress themselves? I suppose I should be grateful since it gives me a job that ain't janitorial, but yeesh, that's depressing.