I showed up in the office, the nurse took my vitals, and later the doctor walked in. Maybe owing to the fact that I mentioned that I take St. John's Wort (a purported herbal remedy for depression), she walked out and came back with a very short depression screening.
I took the screening, making sure to mark a "0" for the suicidality section, lest I wind up whisked off to an asylum to be psychiatrically tortured.
I handed the screening back to the doctor, and a look of deep concern came over her face. She said, "This is pretty high, would you like me to bring someone in to talk to you about depression?" Fearing the worst, I quickly said "I'm ok, you could talk about it with me."
She then gsve a very brief spiel and then performed a VERY quick physical, although I had a short moment of warmth when when she had to lean over to listen to the far side of my chest with the stethescope and pressed against my shoulder for a couple seconds.
She discharged me and wrote down on my form "please consider counseling." She also ordered a blood panel.
Two weeks later, today, I was seen again; despite my drinking, my bloodwork looked "great", she said. I didn't mention the drinking. She asked if I went to counseling, I mentioned I went to one session.
She then asked me if I'd like any medication for my anxiety. I said I was afraid of receiving benzos because I thought my roommates might steal them. She said it wasn't a benzo. Being the beta I am now, I mumbled "ok." She was in the room for all of three minutes.
After the first and second appointments, I felt a sharp feeling of aloneness as my mood dropped. I suppose I'm getting tired of this sort of thing.
I suppose it bothered me because I don't believe a drug prescription is connotative of personal warmth, which, though it needn't take more than 5 minutes, I feel a short discussion would be much more helpful, since one can remember past conversations, whereas all drugs build tolerance. If someone tells me they are having a hard time, I listen; I don't hand them a bottle of drugs.
I guess I'll pick up the prescription tomorrow....
I took the screening, making sure to mark a "0" for the suicidality section, lest I wind up whisked off to an asylum to be psychiatrically tortured.
I handed the screening back to the doctor, and a look of deep concern came over her face. She said, "This is pretty high, would you like me to bring someone in to talk to you about depression?" Fearing the worst, I quickly said "I'm ok, you could talk about it with me."
She then gsve a very brief spiel and then performed a VERY quick physical, although I had a short moment of warmth when when she had to lean over to listen to the far side of my chest with the stethescope and pressed against my shoulder for a couple seconds.
She discharged me and wrote down on my form "please consider counseling." She also ordered a blood panel.
Two weeks later, today, I was seen again; despite my drinking, my bloodwork looked "great", she said. I didn't mention the drinking. She asked if I went to counseling, I mentioned I went to one session.
She then asked me if I'd like any medication for my anxiety. I said I was afraid of receiving benzos because I thought my roommates might steal them. She said it wasn't a benzo. Being the beta I am now, I mumbled "ok." She was in the room for all of three minutes.
After the first and second appointments, I felt a sharp feeling of aloneness as my mood dropped. I suppose I'm getting tired of this sort of thing.
I suppose it bothered me because I don't believe a drug prescription is connotative of personal warmth, which, though it needn't take more than 5 minutes, I feel a short discussion would be much more helpful, since one can remember past conversations, whereas all drugs build tolerance. If someone tells me they are having a hard time, I listen; I don't hand them a bottle of drugs.
I guess I'll pick up the prescription tomorrow....
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