The Meds

He isn't a dick really, he just knows the exact thing to say to piss me off. Probably some s**t to test my patience, he thinks I'm a bi- polar schizophrenic. I'm not, I'm just a regular schizo with a short temper. These doctors are going to diagnose me until I'm reduced to a padded room and a truck full of pills everyday. Doctor Evan, although he is a pain in the a*s, is by far the best psychologist, shrink, life counselor, or whatever I've ever had. I went through four other psychologists in my first month of court mandated therapy, they always said that they couldn't handle my attitude or inability to accept help.

          I suppose I should be thanking Doctor Evan, he cleared away a lot of meds I was given by other psychologists for misdiagnosis I had sedatives, ADD drugs, ADHD drugs, sleeping pills, two kinds of anti- depressants; a bunch of other s**t I actually didn't need. They made me take them because I was always talking about different reasons to kill myself, or because I couldn't sit still, because I would cry hysterically whenever anyone would mention Max.

           After my first few therapy sessions, I would go get coffee, but then I had to start going to work again. The girl they hired to replace Max is horrible, she doesn't know how to respectfully interact with customers and she's always on her phone. I tell her to put it away and not even ten minutes later she's back on it again talking obnoxiously with whatever friend she's entertaining today. The owner won't let me fire her because she's his niece, but you'd never know if he didn't tell you. He's so kind and caring, but the only way to talk to her is like she's five. I think I'll go home, we'll see how she manages without me for a day.