Here I am in the waiting room with all the other "crazy" people waiting to see their shrink mental health provider.
HIPAA wasn't really broken since you can't see them, let alone identify them. Save me. I'm there. Right there.
I guess it's room with elder white women - myself included. ...and our elderly white women problems?
Oh, to be able to see the doc's notes. Unlike MyChart - which is powered by Epic and allows you to see your entire medical record, psych notes are much much much more protected.
When NeuroPysch fell under my rule, even I had to have different credentials to see things. Normal hospital folk were blocked. That makes me seem like I'm saying I'm 'special', when it is probably just 'abnormal'.
Anyway - I was all over the place at my session. I wasn't focused. Little, or no, linear thought processes either. I found myself touching my face a lot when I talked. And I took off my glasses at the beginning of the appointment, making it almost impossible to see the doc let alone his reactions.
Who am I kidding? Like most psychiatrists, he shows no emotion or reaction. They rarely validate or invalidate much with a look.
Looking back, I think removing my spectacles was a subconscious move on my part. Or self-conscious. Maybe I knew I was going to have a weird session and just picked some coping mechanisms. ....or tell tale sings of anxiety. No real eye contact maybe made me feel safer. Oh what a difference an 'n' and an 'f' make.
Should that be the case, I don't think I accomplished that. N or F. I left feeling just as bent out of sorts as I was going in - and that rarely happens.
Song by: the Philosopher Kings
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