I work at two tram stops from a psychiatric hospital. The other day, my tooth got sick, I went to the clinic, which a colleague advised. She is an hour’s drive from work, but also near a psychiatric hospital (other, of course). It is a very strange feeling when you wander all day from one idiot to another, and tomorrow morning you still need to go to the psychiatric clinic for a certificate that you are not their client (to work is necessary, as part of the clinic).