Re: My Pysch Evaluation for Tamara

[Guest guest]

--: Thank you so much for replying. You will no doubt slay

that 10% monster, I am sure. It seems as if things run very

differently at the different facilities. It is hard to try to

compare them sometimes. Keep up the sense of humor, it will most

definitely help!! Take Care, Tamara

- In gastric-bypass-support-kaiser-patients , " "

wrote:

> Glad you enjoyed...

>

> I will have my operation at Fremont, and no...no date as of yet.

> Yesterday was the last hoop for me to jump through...except for

that

> 10% monster!

>

> The pysch eval was done by a pyschiatrist. I had my 3 hour

> surgeon/anethsist/nutritionist meeting last month.

>

> Godd luck to you! : )

>

>

>

>

>

> > > 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?

> > >

> > >