Milo Christensen
09-27-2006, 08:24 AM
Come home late yesterday, answering machine is doing it's beeep................beeep thing. Wait for Marilyn to get home, 'cause I know the call's not for me, they never are.
She pushes the button; Hello, Marilyn, this is XXXX from Dr. XXXX's office. Doctor wants you to cancel your physical therapy appointments and make an appointment with psychiatry instead. If you have any questions, call me at XXX-XXXX.
She goes What the f..k!!!! and calls the Dr's office, which, of course is closed. O.K., so Marilyn was only a little nuts (as in marrying me) before the phone call but goes completely off (I mean, whoa, completely off) the deep end. Totally ravin'; What does psychiatry have to do with helping me get more mobility and range of motion in my lower back. Do they think it's all psychosomatic? And on in this vein for a considerable number of minutes.
I'm kinda thinking to myself, if she keeps this up, any shrink in the world will have her committed while she's still in the waiting room, but, of course, I have to just nod my head and utter expressions of sympathetic, supportive concern. "I'm so confused!" I say, well don't tell that to the shrink. "This isn't funny, do you think this is a joke?" No, dear, but you can't tell a shrink that you're confused, he'll have you on mind altering prescriptions for ever, just tell him you're "concerned".
Multiple theories about who, why, what caused the referral to psychiatry are produced in rapid succession. And, of course, I have to just nod my head and utter expressions of sympathetic, supportive concern. Meanwhile thinking, some of her theories are getting pretty crazy.
Any way, to make a long story a bit shorter, this morning we call the little bubblehead and she goes "Ohhhh, did I say psychiatry, I meant physiology - I always get those two confused, I'm so sorry."
What a freakin', stupid little bubbleheaded idiot!!!
She pushes the button; Hello, Marilyn, this is XXXX from Dr. XXXX's office. Doctor wants you to cancel your physical therapy appointments and make an appointment with psychiatry instead. If you have any questions, call me at XXX-XXXX.
She goes What the f..k!!!! and calls the Dr's office, which, of course is closed. O.K., so Marilyn was only a little nuts (as in marrying me) before the phone call but goes completely off (I mean, whoa, completely off) the deep end. Totally ravin'; What does psychiatry have to do with helping me get more mobility and range of motion in my lower back. Do they think it's all psychosomatic? And on in this vein for a considerable number of minutes.
I'm kinda thinking to myself, if she keeps this up, any shrink in the world will have her committed while she's still in the waiting room, but, of course, I have to just nod my head and utter expressions of sympathetic, supportive concern. "I'm so confused!" I say, well don't tell that to the shrink. "This isn't funny, do you think this is a joke?" No, dear, but you can't tell a shrink that you're confused, he'll have you on mind altering prescriptions for ever, just tell him you're "concerned".
Multiple theories about who, why, what caused the referral to psychiatry are produced in rapid succession. And, of course, I have to just nod my head and utter expressions of sympathetic, supportive concern. Meanwhile thinking, some of her theories are getting pretty crazy.
Any way, to make a long story a bit shorter, this morning we call the little bubblehead and she goes "Ohhhh, did I say psychiatry, I meant physiology - I always get those two confused, I'm so sorry."
What a freakin', stupid little bubbleheaded idiot!!!