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Only two things of note happened.
1. Dr. Sutida started off on this little tirade about how I should get off my meds because they are like a "bandaid" over a big problem. Now, she's not a big or loud lady, so it wasn't really a tirade, but it still got my hackles up. This is AFTER I told you I see a therapist WEEKLY, lady. Are you suggesting a little exercise would be better than that bandaid? Bleed in the pool, maybe? Drop a LIMB on the treadmill? If I can't take this as a tipoff that SHE IS ENEMY TERRITORY, then what would be better?
(Before anybody asks, no, I am not one of those hippie granola assholes who thinks culture is medicating me for being weird. I will not embrace chronic depression and call it part of my "unique" personality that nobody else can handle when it just ruins my goddamn life. I myself would actually not like to sob like a baby once a day about everything. It kind of, you know, GETS IN THE WAY OF MY OWN FUCKING LIFE. That, and after two years of not working and not going to school and not doing anything save go to my shrink's every week like clockwork, I don't think anybody can accuse me of not making the effort.)
2. You know the little thing they make you wear while they do your physical exam? At the other doctor's, the place where I used to go, they had these things made out of cloth and, like, shoelaces. They were, uh, AIRY, but pretty swanky compared to what I wore today. Today I wore a two-piece thing that was made out of paper. If I had my new cell phone already (I had a shot at making dad go to the mall to buy it for me), I could have taken a picture of it sekritly, but I didn't so instead I had to draw some simple diagrams. Ed helped me draw and model it, this time.
Ed here is wearing it backwards, but the general idea of how it fit is pretty good.
(Speaking of shots, I didn't get any today. YAHOO!) This "garment" was made out of two pieces of paper glued together along the top (at the shoulders). The flaps Ed are wearing on the front here were meant to go in the back, and they held together pretty well as long as I held my arms out all the time. If I didn't, the whole thing sort of squished up and covered nothing.
The bottom piece looked like this.
It's nothing but a giant paper towel.
1. Dr. Sutida started off on this little tirade about how I should get off my meds because they are like a "bandaid" over a big problem. Now, she's not a big or loud lady, so it wasn't really a tirade, but it still got my hackles up. This is AFTER I told you I see a therapist WEEKLY, lady. Are you suggesting a little exercise would be better than that bandaid? Bleed in the pool, maybe? Drop a LIMB on the treadmill? If I can't take this as a tipoff that SHE IS ENEMY TERRITORY, then what would be better?
(Before anybody asks, no, I am not one of those hippie granola assholes who thinks culture is medicating me for being weird. I will not embrace chronic depression and call it part of my "unique" personality that nobody else can handle when it just ruins my goddamn life. I myself would actually not like to sob like a baby once a day about everything. It kind of, you know, GETS IN THE WAY OF MY OWN FUCKING LIFE. That, and after two years of not working and not going to school and not doing anything save go to my shrink's every week like clockwork, I don't think anybody can accuse me of not making the effort.)
2. You know the little thing they make you wear while they do your physical exam? At the other doctor's, the place where I used to go, they had these things made out of cloth and, like, shoelaces. They were, uh, AIRY, but pretty swanky compared to what I wore today. Today I wore a two-piece thing that was made out of paper. If I had my new cell phone already (I had a shot at making dad go to the mall to buy it for me), I could have taken a picture of it sekritly, but I didn't so instead I had to draw some simple diagrams. Ed helped me draw and model it, this time.
Ed here is wearing it backwards, but the general idea of how it fit is pretty good.
(Speaking of shots, I didn't get any today. YAHOO!) This "garment" was made out of two pieces of paper glued together along the top (at the shoulders). The flaps Ed are wearing on the front here were meant to go in the back, and they held together pretty well as long as I held my arms out all the time. If I didn't, the whole thing sort of squished up and covered nothing.
The bottom piece looked like this.
It's nothing but a giant paper towel.
