Post by W11M on May 31, 2017 21:28:14 GMT
INMATE NUMBER AND SEX:
W11M, Female.
FAMILY, IF ANY:
N/A
OCCUPATION:
Claims to be apothecary, Suspected Prostitute.
HABITS OF LIFE:
Resides at an Inn of ill repute.
RELIGIOUS PERSUASION:
N/A, Presumed Christian by Default.
BROUGHT BY WHOM:
Police Officer Hendricks.
FORM OF INSANITY:
Hysteria on basis of:
Delusions
Restlessness
Mental Excitement
Traces of nymphomania
Anxiousness
IF HEREDITARY:
N/A
IF DANGEROUS TO OTHERS:
Unsure, proceed with caution.
IF DANGEROUS TO SELF:
Most likely.
IF DESTRUCTIVE TO PROPERTY:
Yes.
MARKS OF VIOLENCE:
Bruising to inner thighs.
Bruising to lower lower abdomen.
Bruising around wrists.
OTHER FACTS INDICATING INSANITY:
Claims to be an apothecary.
ORDER SIGNED BY
Madame Mournington
Sam, Sam, Sam... It's not even a full name but it keeps spinning, spinning, spinning around in my head. Bouncing of my skull, making an awful racket. Where are my medicines? I know there are medicines! They smell sweet and herby, and I'd drink them down gladly. Now they're all bitter, burning my throat. They aren't mine, not the ones I remember. Are they why I'm so confused? These bitter and burning tonics? Are they clouding up my head, making that barely-a-name bounce around so? I want to go home.
W11M, Female.
FAMILY, IF ANY:
N/A
OCCUPATION:
Claims to be apothecary, Suspected Prostitute.
HABITS OF LIFE:
Resides at an Inn of ill repute.
RELIGIOUS PERSUASION:
N/A, Presumed Christian by Default.
BROUGHT BY WHOM:
Police Officer Hendricks.
FORM OF INSANITY:
Hysteria on basis of:
Delusions
Restlessness
Mental Excitement
Traces of nymphomania
Anxiousness
IF HEREDITARY:
N/A
IF DANGEROUS TO OTHERS:
Unsure, proceed with caution.
IF DANGEROUS TO SELF:
Most likely.
IF DESTRUCTIVE TO PROPERTY:
Yes.
MARKS OF VIOLENCE:
Bruising to inner thighs.
Bruising to lower lower abdomen.
Bruising around wrists.
OTHER FACTS INDICATING INSANITY:
Claims to be an apothecary.
ORDER SIGNED BY
Madame Mournington
Sam, Sam, Sam... It's not even a full name but it keeps spinning, spinning, spinning around in my head. Bouncing of my skull, making an awful racket. Where are my medicines? I know there are medicines! They smell sweet and herby, and I'd drink them down gladly. Now they're all bitter, burning my throat. They aren't mine, not the ones I remember. Are they why I'm so confused? These bitter and burning tonics? Are they clouding up my head, making that barely-a-name bounce around so? I want to go home.