I love my psychiatrist (hereafter referred to as “the Chemist”) because while he understands that psychiatry is a complete farce, he is able to project this wonderful warm sense of authority and assurance. So when he tells me to take an upper, and then a downer…and then a sleeper, because the downer isn’t working, but I can still hold onto the downers for when I want them…and then a focuser/booster for the upper because it’s not stable, and then the sleeper becomes even more important…well, I like it!
Conversation I just had with the office manager:
Me: Hi, I’d like to have my sleep medication prescription refilled (because you only gave it to me on a trial basis, and I really need to come in and talk to you before I get anymore)
Her:Ok, sure! Where should I fax it to?
Me:Oh, uh…well, I’m in California…so, uh, here’s the number. Does it matter that {X}, {Y} or {Z} and will my insurance have to pre-approve it again?
Her: Nope, you’re all set!
This is in stark contrast to when I had coxsackie virus and scarlet fever at the same time. I got a scrip for penicillin before traveling to New Jersey (which I told my doctor). After a week of no abating symptoms I called her and asked for help.
Her:“Well, I don’t know if I want to fax you a prescription for amoxicillan, even though it’s one of the most common and harmless drugs on the market, because I don’t know if you’re still really sick and deserve a prescription.”
Me: Woman, do you want me to camera phone you pictures of the pus sores in my throat? Because I promise you, they are STILL THERE.
