Guest guest Posted July 14, 2005 Report Share Posted July 14, 2005 , You could have transferred everything to Richmond... I was originally sent to South San Francisco because my primary physician is in SF.. but I was living in Berkeley and I knew I would hate that commute. So it added a few months to my journey but they transferred me to Richmond. Just a thought..... Maggie > > 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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