I slept in late so I was late for my doctor's appointment so I missed it and had to scheduled another one that same day with another doctor and had to wait another 35 minutes. I had a massive breakdown in the waiting room and in the doctor's office because I wanted to get home and do my routine. Cried to the nureses and doctors all I want is my prescription renewel and I will be out of there. I feel like a real bitch for the way I behaved.
SG, sorry you had a bit of a turn at the surgery - can totally relate. so annoying.
(Hopefully this will give you a laugh -
Unfortunately, I read this when it was in the "most recent posts" link....and since this thread was started by DD, I thought he wrote the above....I was having visuals of DD having a melt down, crying in the doctors surgery and then saying he felt like a real bitch for it....then I realised I misread and it was you...!!
pissed myself laughing at my stupidity though....)
Well, I laughed.
I don't see what's unfortunate about your images, though. It sounds hilarious.
Trust me ... I have had a few meltdowns, but they usually take the form of excessive rudeness or violence if I feel threatened. Neither approach works out very well. I have cried, too, but not to doctors. I usually get a little rude when I'm around them anyway, if I don't like them. (Real fucking smart, eh?) I was only violent with them once, but it was because I had fallen and broken my skull, could not hear and a cop walked in with his hand on his gun.
They had to give me twelve times a basic dose of an anti-psychotic just to sew up my head. (I looked at the papers the other day while I was researching the "natural medicine" book I was reading. Sixty mL of haloperidol in three shots, SHIT!) Does that have some hidden meaning, like maybe there are twelve un-sated psychos inside me? I know ... they often give that drug in multiple doses from the beginning, since keeping psychotics mellow is such a good idea. A scared little boy's behavior, emanating from a big strong man's body, can seem quite psychotic. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I was only breaking shit so I could hear something! I also dropped a stainless steel tray on the tile floor about twenty times, because I could hear it fall.
I felt like a bit of a bitch that day, but I was the rock's bitch ... the one that broke my head open. I was not the cops bitch. He actually left and removed his gun, before he came back. He came back with two more, though, and one who was my neighbor down the street. I was already floating,
big time, with the
happyplace Zen drug, by that time though. I didn't cry, but I was sure bitching!
