Daniela Badea-Mic, M.D., P.A. Psychiatry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the clinic doors were locked and the lights dimmed, a faint voice would occasionally echo through the empty hallway. ‘Is anyone here?’ it asked, growing fainter with each passing minute. One night, an exhausted delivery driver heard the voice and thought it was just his imagination playing tricks. But as he approached the door, he swore he saw a shadowy figure waving from inside. Turned out to be only Mrs. Daniela’s cat, Meowther, who had accidentally locked himself in during cleaning hours.

2. In the quiet afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic's loading dock. Among the usual boxes, he noticed something odd—a small, handwritten note attached to one package read: 'For Dr. Badea's favorite patient.' Curious, he opened it to find nothing inside but a single rose. The delivery driver shrugged and placed the mysterious rose on Dr. Badea’s desk with a smile. Later that evening, as he was leaving, an elderly neighbor approached him with another bouquet. ‘Just in case she likes them,’ she whispered, slipping him a wink. The next day, more roses appeared—all signed anonymously—and soon enough, the whole town knew about Daniela’s secret admirer.’

3. In the early morning hours, before anyone arrived for work, a voice crackled over the clinic’s intercom: ‘Please return your lost dreamcatcher to room 308.’ A delivery driver, puzzled, knocked on Room 308’s door. Inside, an elderly psychiatrist in her pajamas explained with a smile: 'It’s not a real dreamcatcher—it’s just my old sock hanging there.' Everyone laughed, and from that day on, the intercom messages became more colorful—like when a neighbor asked if they could borrow some ‘happy thoughts’.

4. In the late afternoon, when the clinic’s reception desk was emptying out, a familiar voice came over the intercom: ‘Please return your pet rabbit to room three.’ A puzzled nurse opened door three and found not a rabbit but an enthusiastic neighbor who’d been waiting for his prescription. He explained he’d brought it home accidentally earlier that day, and now couldn’t remember which apartment was his. Everyone had a good laugh, including the bemused doctor who wondered if she should start checking IDs next time.