Visit with Dr. McShrink
Why am I blogging for a third time when I have a pile of work on my desk? Or is that precisely the reason I am blogging?
I just got back from the appointment at the head shrinker. I had two doctor's appointments in one day. First I went to the Dr. Aryan, the eye doctor, and contrary to my suspicions, I am NOT dying of glaucoma. In fact, my field of vision, according to said doctor, is "perfect, just like the master race." Okay, he totally didn't say the bit about the master race, but he did say it was perfect.
Anyhow, onto the head shrinker. I am totally glad that I blogged about all of the changes in my life as of late this morning because Dr. McShrink asked me if I noticed any changes, so I just basically repeated what I wrote earlier. But I added how I was totally reading again. Books have always been super-important to me. I have pretty much every book I've ever bought, except for some that got ruined when my parents' basement got flooded. I even have like a little book embosser thing that stamps my monogram into them. But for the past 4 years or so, I'd walk into Borders or B & N and nothing would appeal to me. Or I'd get so overwhelmed that I'd just walk out. The only things I read were magazines and only if I was in the bathroom or on a plane or getting my nails done or someplace else where I had no other choice but to sit and waste time. But over the past month, I've rekindled my love of reading and have a pile of books on my nightstand that I am working my way through. I really enjoyed Diablo Cody's Candy Girl, by the way. Sometimes I used to get so involved in a book that after I finished it, I'd feel lonely that the characters were no longer part of my life. I'm a nerd that way. Or just lonely, that way.
So I recited my blog almost verbatim. He asked me about some other stuff like how my dad was doing, etc. He asked me if I was still having trouble sleeping, which I am. I told him that I was taking two benadryl tablets a night, just to help me fall asleep. He prescribed Ambien, which I am a bit scared about taking because I've read that people have done all sorts of crazy shit -- like trying to drive their cars and shit -- while sleeping under the influence of Ambien. We talked about my job. And we talked about me having a friend and I started to cry because, well, because I am a dork and am just so grateful to have one person in VA that would notice if I went missing, you know? And then I felt socially retarded telling him all about my one single friend I've made and how it's a lot of responsibility to be a good friend and I wanted to know what I was doing right with this person, that I've failed to do with pretty much everyone else I've met.
Anyhow, I have to go back and see him again next month. I didn't really want to have a continuing relationship with this guy, but I guess he has to earn his money somehow. I must remember to discuss my need to be needed with him next time, as WrldGrl succintly put it, cause I'd like to know why that is.
I just got back from the appointment at the head shrinker. I had two doctor's appointments in one day. First I went to the Dr. Aryan, the eye doctor, and contrary to my suspicions, I am NOT dying of glaucoma. In fact, my field of vision, according to said doctor, is "perfect, just like the master race." Okay, he totally didn't say the bit about the master race, but he did say it was perfect.
Anyhow, onto the head shrinker. I am totally glad that I blogged about all of the changes in my life as of late this morning because Dr. McShrink asked me if I noticed any changes, so I just basically repeated what I wrote earlier. But I added how I was totally reading again. Books have always been super-important to me. I have pretty much every book I've ever bought, except for some that got ruined when my parents' basement got flooded. I even have like a little book embosser thing that stamps my monogram into them. But for the past 4 years or so, I'd walk into Borders or B & N and nothing would appeal to me. Or I'd get so overwhelmed that I'd just walk out. The only things I read were magazines and only if I was in the bathroom or on a plane or getting my nails done or someplace else where I had no other choice but to sit and waste time. But over the past month, I've rekindled my love of reading and have a pile of books on my nightstand that I am working my way through. I really enjoyed Diablo Cody's Candy Girl, by the way. Sometimes I used to get so involved in a book that after I finished it, I'd feel lonely that the characters were no longer part of my life. I'm a nerd that way. Or just lonely, that way.
So I recited my blog almost verbatim. He asked me about some other stuff like how my dad was doing, etc. He asked me if I was still having trouble sleeping, which I am. I told him that I was taking two benadryl tablets a night, just to help me fall asleep. He prescribed Ambien, which I am a bit scared about taking because I've read that people have done all sorts of crazy shit -- like trying to drive their cars and shit -- while sleeping under the influence of Ambien. We talked about my job. And we talked about me having a friend and I started to cry because, well, because I am a dork and am just so grateful to have one person in VA that would notice if I went missing, you know? And then I felt socially retarded telling him all about my one single friend I've made and how it's a lot of responsibility to be a good friend and I wanted to know what I was doing right with this person, that I've failed to do with pretty much everyone else I've met.
Anyhow, I have to go back and see him again next month. I didn't really want to have a continuing relationship with this guy, but I guess he has to earn his money somehow. I must remember to discuss my need to be needed with him next time, as WrldGrl succintly put it, cause I'd like to know why that is.