area physician declares local woman 'nuttier than an outhouse rat'

[phosfate]

Went to see Dr C today. I really, really hate his office. It's in the bottom half of a sorta split-level medical building, with 20-something-year-old art on the walls (the goddamned stupid owl is STILL THERE) so it's like visiting your parents' basement.

He's a nice fella, though. I felt bad 'cause it's a Monday morning in the middle of summer and I Just Didn't Want To Deal, so I was Miss Clam, in spite of an overwhelming urge to grab him by the lapels and scream, "FIX ME!!!" We played with his plastic drug company brain toy for a little bit. "It would be really cool if it lit up," I said. "Yeah, but then I wouldn't have it. There's a $5.00 limit on free stuff to prevent conflict of interest. It's why doctors get a lot of pens."

He also understands the concept of hyperbole. "Uh, I don't really want to kill my supervisor, that was just..." "I know," he says, and leans in confidentially, "I didn't write it down."

Anyway, we did our 15 minutes and I still get drugs, so cool.

The Prozac guy was coming in as I left. I thought about hitting him up for a coffee mug, or my own plastic brain toy, but facing the owls had taken all my nerve.

And then I delivered a baby:
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Comments

Re: Another country heard from

[kissoflife.livejournal.com]

Gosh, thanks for the reminder of those days for me. That battle of wills thing- and Ann, I think yours's doing a bunch better'n mine did. To this day, I can't figure out what she did for me besides being an example of a person who felt more togetherly-individual than me. Same silence battles, but more my compulsion to get *something* out of it led to meandering useless-connections soup - you feel worse cuz it's so clear you're just flailing at straws.
But her dresses and her haircuts! Those were her paintings.

Suddenly I'm wondering if I just had a crush on her. Or saw Cooler Mom. Damn..

Re: Another country heard from

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I lucked out. My GP, Wee Bruce, knew his onions, and Dr C (near as I can tell) differs from many of his fellow mental health professionals in that he is not a maniac.