The doctor at 1pm today
I would be totally lying if I didn’t say that I am nervous. I am nervous… and angry. I will be sure to tell the doc that I don’t appreciate the long wait to be seen. I will probably ask how many patients commit suicide before they are seen by the doctor. She probably won’t tell me, but I will ask anyway. I have to make notes. That’s the only thing that calms my nerves in a situation such as this.
I could barely sleep last night. My stomach is in knots. I was whimpering in my sleep, my husband said so. I hate the idea of having to go to this doc today. I loved my last psych, but that was when I was ten years old. Yes, it’s been that long since I went to a psych. Is that good or bad? Who knows.
I do know that I am not going to let them take advantage of me. I will not be made a victim or a head case. I will not be belittled. I already know what can happen. My family has a long history of going to psychs. I gotta lay it all down on the line at once and let her know what I think, feel, and what’s up. I have no problem being honest. I hope that she can take it in stride. Just because you have a degree and practice psychiatry doesn’t mean you are up to the task. I have to be on full alert.










