At the Psychiatrist’s Office

March 31, 2008

So she finally makes an appointment to see her psychiatrist.  It had been nine years since she had seen him.  Typical of a manic-depressive.  The psychiatrist was an ancient man in his mid sixties.  Thin, frail and very quiet.  She was unsure of her diagnosis the first time she saw him.  After the hour and a half long session full of deeply personal questions ranging from how often does she sleep to her sexual appetite, she was exhausted.  She could barely hear the questions as his voice was deep but quiet.  She kept having to interrupt him with, “could you please repeat that.”  After the excruciatingly long interview, she was on pins and needles for his opinion.  He was busy scribbling something down on his pad.  Slowly he ripped off the small piece of paper and slid it across the enormous wooden desk towards her.  She gently reached for it, picked it up in her shaky hands and it read, “lithium.”  Her mind raced.  

2 Responses to “At the Psychiatrist’s Office”

  1. studio lolo Says:

    I’ll bet she’s looking forward to that lithium shuffle. Oh wait, that’s thorazine.
    Great piece!

  2. sketched out Says:

    Ooooh, great vignette. Really good. I could really feel that.

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