Psych or Rubber Stamp?
Psych or Rubber Stamp?
Oct 23
So-yes, I haven’t been writing much on this blog. To be honest with you it seems nothing is happening except for the passing of the days. I’m slowly creeping towards the approval date for surgery. November 5th will be my last doctors visit before I go into the insurance approval process. My hope is that surgery will fall with my school holiday break and I will be able to recuperate and rest without missing many days at school. I also have my insurance deductible paid up for the year with the birth of my son and it would be nice if I didn’t have to shell out the deductible for the surgery (not trying to be cheap just practical).
ANYWAYS, so the only thing to report is my visit with the suggested psychologist. In a strange way I was excited to visit with him. I wanted hard questions-I wanted to dig a bit into the psyche. So the receptionist told me to block off a three hour time frame for the visit. Three freaking hours? That’s long enough to dwell into my brain and fill a cavity. Here’s how the visit went:
Doc: Where are you having the surgery?
ME: Ughh….Plano
Doc: No, where in your body?
ME: My stomach
Doc: Yes that’s right….your stomach
(Are you kidding me?)
Doc: What shape will your stomach be after the surgery?
ME: Ugh…..a sleeve
Doc: That’s right, a sleeve or a banana
(What type of people must be coming into this office?)
Then he instructed me to go out to the waiting room and fill out a 370 question questionnaire. True False. Riveting questions such as:
Is someone out to get you
Do you hear voices
Some people are just born evil
Do you feel you smell oddly
I found it hard not to revert to my high school “I hate this bullshit” attitude and actually fill out the paperwork as it was intended. But, I did all 370 questions of it. The next day he called to tell me I passed the test with flying colors (should I be proud?) and that the results were being sent to Dr. Nicholson.
I later called him back to see what type of personality the test indicated I had- he responded that he didn’t really “dive into the nuances” of the test he just used it as an indicator of daily stress.
Well, mother fucker why don’t you just ask me next time?