Re: My Pysch Evaluation for Cecelia

[Guest guest]

Sure thing...

It was fairly basic actually.

How is the 30 chews per mouthful of food working?

Are you drinking enough water?

Are you not drinking during meals?

Are you taking vitamins? Protein Drinks? etc....

She had my file and was referring to that occasionally. Asking me

questions regarding things I had written in other questionaires.

She wanted to know about my support systems...people, groups. I

told her about this place, and the group I attend in Elk Grove.

I left kinda unhappy actually. I had asked at orientation why I had

to drive 5 hours for a 30 minute meeting. I (we) were told it was

because she had specific knowledge (or something)...but she has

never met with a patient, post operation. So that kinda irked me.

That meeting could have happened for me in Sacramento, and the

results sent to Fremont. phhtttt!

Anyway, the doctor was pleasant. (Nikens)

>

> > Hello All,

> >

> > I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the best

> > efforts of the

> > pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist) I

> > survived.

> >

> > I initially thought it odd when she asked me to

> > strip and sit on a

> > cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her

> > black thigh-highs

> > and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then

> > switched on a

> > flashing strobe light, which brilliantly countered

> > the black light

> > of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash was

> > timed to some

> > sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep

> > " whomp " with each

> > flash.

> >

> > It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled me

> > into a fall sense

> > of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she

> > clamped to my

> > nipples. At first the voltage was low and a warming

> > sensation

> > flowed throughout my chest. Later, after cranking

> > up the power,

> > well...no additional comments on that.

> >

> > During all this...questions, accusations and

> > recriminations flew at

> > me faster than I could absorb them. These were

> > juxtaposed with the

> > occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I

> > couldn't keep a

> > cognitive thought in my head. I seem to remember

> > crying, babbling,

> > laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche for

> > her to

> > judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a thwack

> > of the ruler or

> > tickle of a feather.

> >

> > I couldn't determine which type of information would

> > warrant which

> > type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also

> > couldn't decide which

> > one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought

> > about a different

> > type of satisfaction. My indecision was in itself a

> > blessing as it

> > brought about a flood of such " stimulation " from my

> > tormenter (I

> > mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional

> > dumping of

> > information that was dutifully recorded by a little

> > black box...the

> > sole witness of my humiliation.

> >

> > Or was it?

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

>

>

>

>

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[Guest guest]

Thank you

That sounds painless enough! I think I can handle

that.

Cecilia--- onebigscot@...> wrote:

> Sure thing...

>

> It was fairly basic actually.

>

> How is the 30 chews per mouthful of food working?

>

> Are you drinking enough water?

>

> Are you not drinking during meals?

>

> Are you taking vitamins? Protein Drinks? etc....

>

> She had my file and was referring to that

> occasionally. Asking me

> questions regarding things I had written in other

> questionaires.

>

> She wanted to know about my support

> systems...people, groups. I

> told her about this place, and the group I attend in

> Elk Grove.

>

> I left kinda unhappy actually. I had asked at

> orientation why I had

> to drive 5 hours for a 30 minute meeting. I (we)

> were told it was

> because she had specific knowledge (or

> something)...but she has

> never met with a patient, post operation. So that

> kinda irked me.

> That meeting could have happened for me in

> Sacramento, and the

> results sent to Fremont. phhtttt!

>

>

> Anyway, the doctor was pleasant. (Nikens)

>

>

>

>

>

> >

> > > Hello All,

> > >

> > > I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the

> best

> > > efforts of the

> > > pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist)

> I

> > > survived.

> > >

> > > I initially thought it odd when she asked me to

> > > strip and sit on a

> > > cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her

> > > black thigh-highs

> > > and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then

> > > switched on a

> > > flashing strobe light, which brilliantly

> countered

> > > the black light

> > > of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash

> was

> > > timed to some

> > > sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep

> > > " whomp " with each

> > > flash.

> > >

> > > It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled

> me

> > > into a fall sense

> > > of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she

> > > clamped to my

> > > nipples. At first the voltage was low and a

> warming

> > > sensation

> > > flowed throughout my chest. Later, after

> cranking

> > > up the power,

> > > well...no additional comments on that.

> > >

> > > During all this...questions, accusations and

> > > recriminations flew at

> > > me faster than I could absorb them. These were

> > > juxtaposed with the

> > > occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I

> > > couldn't keep a

> > > cognitive thought in my head. I seem to

> remember

> > > crying, babbling,

> > > laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche

> for

> > > her to

> > > judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a

> thwack

> > > of the ruler or

> > > tickle of a feather.

> > >

> > > I couldn't determine which type of information

> would

> > > warrant which

> > > type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also

> > > couldn't decide which

> > > one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought

> > > about a different

> > > type of satisfaction. My indecision was in

> itself a

> > > blessing as it

> > > brought about a flood of such " stimulation " from

> my

> > > tormenter (I

> > > mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional

> > > dumping of

> > > information that was dutifully recorded by a

> little

> > > black box...the

> > > sole witness of my humiliation.

> > >

> > > Or was it?

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> ____________________________________________________

> > Start your day with Yahoo! - make it your home

> page

> > http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs

>

>

>

__________________________________________________

[Guest guest]

Thank you

That sounds painless enough! I think I can handle

that.

Cecilia--- onebigscot@...> wrote:

> Sure thing...

>

> It was fairly basic actually.

>

> How is the 30 chews per mouthful of food working?

>

> Are you drinking enough water?

>

> Are you not drinking during meals?

>

> Are you taking vitamins? Protein Drinks? etc....

>

> She had my file and was referring to that

> occasionally. Asking me

> questions regarding things I had written in other

> questionaires.

>

> She wanted to know about my support

> systems...people, groups. I

> told her about this place, and the group I attend in

> Elk Grove.

>

> I left kinda unhappy actually. I had asked at

> orientation why I had

> to drive 5 hours for a 30 minute meeting. I (we)

> were told it was

> because she had specific knowledge (or

> something)...but she has

> never met with a patient, post operation. So that

> kinda irked me.

> That meeting could have happened for me in

> Sacramento, and the

> results sent to Fremont. phhtttt!

>

>

> Anyway, the doctor was pleasant. (Nikens)

>

>

>

>

>

> >

> > > Hello All,

> > >

> > > I had my Pysch eval yesterday and, despite the

> best

> > > efforts of the

> > > pyschic dungeon master,(er, I mean pyschiatrist)

> I

> > > survived.

> > >

> > > I initially thought it odd when she asked me to

> > > strip and sit on a

> > > cold metal chair, but she was reassuring in her

> > > black thigh-highs

> > > and lumberjack shirt, so I complied. She then

> > > switched on a

> > > flashing strobe light, which brilliantly

> countered

> > > the black light

> > > of her cell. It seemed that the strobe's flash

> was

> > > timed to some

> > > sort of sound synthesizer as I could hear a deep

> > > " whomp " with each

> > > flash.

> > >

> > > It wasn't long until its hypnotic effect lulled

> me

> > > into a fall sense

> > > of nirvana. I hardly noticed the electrodes she

> > > clamped to my

> > > nipples. At first the voltage was low and a

> warming

> > > sensation

> > > flowed throughout my chest. Later, after

> cranking

> > > up the power,

> > > well...no additional comments on that.

> > >

> > > During all this...questions, accusations and

> > > recriminations flew at

> > > me faster than I could absorb them. These were

> > > juxtaposed with the

> > > occasional thwack of a ruler across my palms. I

> > > couldn't keep a

> > > cognitive thought in my head. I seem to

> remember

> > > crying, babbling,

> > > laughing and shouting out tidbits of my pysche

> for

> > > her to

> > > judge...with each exclamation rewarded with a

> thwack

> > > of the ruler or

> > > tickle of a feather.

> > >

> > > I couldn't determine which type of information

> would

> > > warrant which

> > > type of reward. Even more perplexing, I also

> > > couldn't decide which

> > > one I wanted...as both pain and pleasure brought

> > > about a different

> > > type of satisfaction. My indecision was in

> itself a

> > > blessing as it

> > > brought about a flood of such " stimulation " from

> my

> > > tormenter (I

> > > mean doctor) and it culminated in an emotional

> > > dumping of

> > > information that was dutifully recorded by a

> little

> > > black box...the

> > > sole witness of my humiliation.

> > >

> > > Or was it?

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> ____________________________________________________

> > Start your day with Yahoo! - make it your home

> page

> > http://www.yahoo.com/r/hs

>

>

>

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