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The man with no seasons

Ron Ruskin
CMAJ November 26, 2002 167 (11) 1274-1275;
Ron Ruskin
Psychiatrist Toronto, Ont.
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Mr. Dunn lies in a four-bed ward, wearing a white johnny shirt. The chart says he is fifty-nine, divorced and living alone. His face is pale and uncertain. One eyelid folds over a dark hole. His good eye stares at us: three medical students and a staff psychiatrist.

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“Remember me?” the first student asks.

“Speak up,” the man says.

We draw closer. The patient looks at a woman in yellow sitting in a chair. The sitter has been watching him all morning. He looks at us but says nothing.

“Can you hear me?” the first medical student asks.

“He's calmer now,” says the woman in yellow.

“Mr. Dunn,” I say in a loud voice. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes,” the patient says.

“Are you sure?”

The angles of his lips turn down. He looks afraid and starts to cry.

I usher the students from Mr. Dunn to the hallway.

“We will spend only ten minutes with Mr. Dunn,” I say. “Check his mood. Do a mental status. Think of his primary diagnosis.”

“Why ten minutes?” one of the students asks.

“Because he gets exhausted,” I say. “Try your best.”

When we return we see the sitter stroke his hand.

I watch the patient as we approach him. He is still. His face is blank. His eyes are dry again. The students hover uneasily. I look at them and at Mr. Dunn. I watch the traffic of their eyes intersect.

“Remember me?” the first student asks.

“No,” Mr. Dunn replies. He seems uncertain.

“How old are you?” I ask.

“Forty-six,” the patient says.

“How did you get here?” the first student asks.

“I walked,” Mr. Dunn says.

“You came by yourself?” the second student queries.

“Yes.”

“When? When did you come?”

No answer.

“Can you tell us when you first came?” the third student asks.

“Last week, I came.”

“What is this place?” the second student asks.

“You tell me.” Mr. Dunn looks around. His brow tenses.

“What do you do for a living?” the first student asks.

“Business is bad,” the patient says. “I was doing all right until two months ago, working in a garage. Business went bad and my boss said to take a break. I was doing fine before.” His good eye turns read but he is not crying.

“How is your health?” the second student asks. “Do you drink alcohol?”

“I'm fine,” the patient says. “Except for my memory.”

“You look upset, Mr. Dunn,” the third patient says.

The patient looks at the sitter. She nods her head.

“Mr. Dunn,” the student repeats. “You look upset. What happened to your memory?”

“My memory was fine. The next day it was gone. That's my story.” He begins to cry now.

We circle the bed. The students practise a mini-mental status exam. I look at my watch. Four minutes left.

The questions sound sharp, a touch cruel. Yet students must learn to interrogate, if only to understand, perhaps to heal.

“Mr. Dunn,” the first student asks, “what is the date today?”

“February. February 15.”

“Look outside,” the third student says. “Is that February outside?”

The patient gazes out the window. “It could be February out there. Or April?”

“Who is the mayor of Toronto?” the second student asks.

“He's an idiot.”

“What is his name?” the second student repeats.

“Badboy, that's his name. He's an idiot.” Mr. Dunn has worked himself into an angry mood. He tells a mean joke about the mayor as if memory has returned.

The students smirk.

“What will you do when you leave the hospital?” the first student says.

“You tell me,” the patient says. “I'm no good now. I've got to get better first.”

There are no books beside his bed, no cards, no radio or TV, no photos, only a large calendar on his night table and a clock. On the calendar is pencilled in bold letters, with a time beside each one, breakfast, shower, morning walk, nap, lunch, social work visit, CT scan, supper, candy snack. Someone has charted a map to orient Mr. Dunn on his lost journey.

I point to my watch and say goodbye to Mr. Dunn. We move from the bedside. He folds back into himself.

The sitter tucks him in. Mr. Dunn turns away, exhausted.

We sit in a small classroom and review the case.

“Mr. Dunn was an alcoholic,” I explain.

“He can't remember months,” the first student says.

“Or that he is in a hospital,” says the second student. “He has no time sense. He makes up false stories.”

They recite his mental status exam. Lost memory fascinates them. They have not seen it before. Memory is what we take for granted. The students return to its absence, as if searching for a missing limb.

“What is his diagnosis?” I ask.

“Korsakoff's syndrome,” the third medical student says. “But I saw the chart.”

“What is the treatment and outcome?” I ask.

“There isn't much treatment, apart from controlling symptoms and vitamin replacement. The outcome is poor,” the second student says.

The following evening the students visit Mr. Dunn a last time. He doesn't remember them. He will be discharged. The calendar and clock are missing. The sitter has gone. Darkness is the worst time. He stares outside but sees nothing.

He thinks it is April or February, or January, and he cries easily.

Ron Ruskin Psychiatrist Toronto, Ont.

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