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| - if i could rate thm less i would. my therapist whom ive been seeing for over 7 yrs now still has the appearance of a strung out rabbit from winnie the pooh. her coffee mug prolley weighs more thn she does, n i feel as if i should be the one prescribing anxiety medications to her. her staff is about as kind the chunkiest hooters girl after shes been kicked around by the skinny broads all day. i used to see the male dr here but he would rush me in n out of the office so fast n finish my sentences about how i was feeln before i even had a chance to realize how i actually felt about whatever it was he was askn me. our meetings went somethn like this, "How are u feeling? better? u feel better dont u? yes, of course u do, u feel better." i hadnt even opened my mouth yet to say whether or not i was, or even had time to think of whether or not i was. not that it makes much difference, i havent felt much different in the past 7 yrs, hell, the closest i think ive come to feeln better was whn i accidentally read the dosing label of my welbutrin wrong n double dosed it for almost 2 full weeks.
aside from that n the occasional antidepressant side effects, things hav been quite the struggle jus to keep my life at the miserable level. and the front office staff gav me the hardest time about my ID whn my purse was stolen n i was waitn for the copy in the mail. the front desk lady said they wouldnt be able to see me wo my ID. to which i replied that i was waitn for a copy since my purse was stolen. Her: well, we cant see u wo yer ID. Me: im really not doing too good, n i wont hav my new ID for another week n a half at least, can u use the copy u guys hav on file jus this once? please? i would hav begged her on my hands n knees right thn n there if i wasnt too depressed to get down on the floor for fear of not havn the will to get back up. Her: no we cannot. Me: why not? Her: because we need to see the picture on yer ID. Me: u can see that on the copy. Her: we cannot use the copy, we need the actual ID. Me: thn why do u take a copy of it? Her: because we need that. Me: for what? Her: so that we can verify that its the patient. Me: so u take the copy but u dont use the copy? how does that make sense? Dr: what happened? Her: she doesnt hav her ID. Dr: oh, jus use the copy. Me: all smiles from ear to ear. Her: faceful of jus ate shit sandwhich. so all in all, this place fckn sucks. not to mention the problems ive had w some of the over pretentious nutcases rotting away in the pitty party in the lobby, where everyones invited, n nobody wants to go alone. save yerself n go somewhere else before its too late n u find yerself going out of nothn more thn obligation because they would notice if u suddenly skipped out on thm after 7 yrs. save yerself. trust me. save yerself.
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