I'm still thinking about getting a new psychiatrist. The current one is barely acceptable and his office NEVER answers the phone or returns their voice mail, however, he gives me valium without a hassle. And the thought of telling my life story AGAIN to yet another mental health professional makes me tired just considering it. I wonder if it's possible to get over your issues simply by becoming bored with your own life story. "Abusive alcoholic father, codependent emotionally fragile mother, string of abusive relationships, yada yada, it's classic, you can write it yourself. Can we just move on to the medicine part? Here's what I need, thanks, and no, I don't want to talk about it anymore."
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
At 90 minutes, still no doc, but a fellow came in to pre-exam. Cute lady from Nigeria. Not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Doc finally came in after 1:45 of waiting. Now leaving 2 hours after appointment. They want me to do a sleep study. Blargh.
Much not cancer~ma to you, Typo Boy. I'm sorry they didn't get decent coverage on the anesthesia for you.
Geez, Typo, that sucks. Not-cancer-~ma!
Yikes Typo. Tons of ~ma your way.
anti-cancer ~ma coming your way, Typo.
Not cancer~ma, Typo!!
Adding some no-cancer-ma here. We've had enough of that this year.
Much no-cancer~ma, typo!
No-cancer~ma to Typo, along with a side of getting the anesthesia right (Ouch!)
"Abusive alcoholic father, codependent emotionally fragile mother, string of abusive relationships, yada yada, it's classic, you can write it yourself. Can we just move on to the medicine part?
Been there. I wanted to say, "It's my father's fault. He's dead. Can we move on?"