The Psychiatrist Was Mean Today 

I had a psychiatrist appointment today at 1:00P.M.but unfortunately I thought it was at 1:30P.M. and got there late. When I pushed the button to summons her, my psychiatrist, to come to the lobby I hear her stomping down the hallway grumbling and I’m like uh oh.

She pretty much yelled at me for being late even though she had called me at 1:15P.M. and told me to hurry on over. So I made the 30 minute trip in 20 minutes. And when I get there she says she has to leave at two-o-clock. I beg to talk to her for 20 minutes so I could get my med problem straightened out and she said that wasn’t enough time to talk about anything. She told me to call back and make another appointment.

Little did she know I was still in the waiting room before she goes back and starts speaking loudly, in a tone of voice I’ve never heard her speak in. And she said I have no work ethic because I don’t have a job. Then the lady asked well maybe she’s crazy and she said no she’s not crazy she just has no respect or “work ethic.” What a bitch! I meant no harm in getting there late. Then I heard her say how do they expect us to get paid if they don’t show up for their appointments? Wow I thought, this is going to be awkward next time I see her and I quickly ran out of the lobby but then I thought she made me drive all the way over here just to be a bitch to me. I’m not going to let her get the best of me.

So I went back in and the fat little squaty bitch was still standing there in the office talking shit with her coworkers. And I said excuse me Loret? I am having a problem getting my meds and I need your help. I know you wrote a letter previously to the insurance company and I was wondering if you could assist me in getting my Vraylar, otherwise it’s going to cost me $500 a month. So thankfully she gave me the paper to give to the pharmacy. And it worked, I only had to pay $30 for my meds. Thank god.

I told my dad about it and he told me that I should find a new psychiatrist and that he couldn’t believe that they would use the word “crazy” in a psychiatrist office. At least not these days when referring to their patients. Which I agree with. It was very hurtful and I can’t deny it if I said I didn’t leave their with a tear in my eye. Plus I’m wondering if I’m going to have to pay the “no show” fee of $50 even though I showed up and had to go through that abuse.

Either way I’m glad I got what I went there for, my med clarification. And next time I’m going to have to talk to her about how rude she was to me, even if she thought she was talking shit behind my back. I don’t think that’s right.

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