Since I hadn’t been to the Psych department in so long, the Doctor took an entire history again. Do they not realize how painful it is to go through everything that’s happened in the last 15 years all over again? Of course they do. Wankers.
The final decision was to not put me on any meds. I am coping more or less okay, its better for the fetus if and when I get pregnant etc etc etc. Of course, he told me to go to my GP for a new referral if I felt this wasn’t working for me.
Wasn’t my original Psychiatrist, which sort of pissed me off, as I was hoping it would be him so he’d know my history. This guy hadn’t even read my chart before I got into his little room. That annoyed me as well.
The other difficult part was the woman sitting behind me in the reception area, bitching about how she’d been betrayed and what the hell was she doing with all the crazy people? I really wanted to turn around and tell her to shut the fuck up, some of us crazy people need this shit. But I bit my tongue. And had to laugh when she commented that the reception area looks like a 1930s ward from some movie, because it does.
Why do they do that? Why do they put the ‘modern’ psych units into the creepiest building they can find? KP, back in California, was the same way. The Department of Psychology and Psychiatry was in the old Home for the Incurables (I kid you not) in Oakland California. It was such a creepy building.
Home now, enjoying my last day off before next weekend, when I have another four day weekend!