"Sometimes I think I hear voices. Sometimes faint. Sometimes loud."
doctor eyes me coldly before she asks "Is everything okay at home?"
I answer "Yes."
"How about at work?"
"Do you have financial problems? Is money short, things like that?"
"Don't we all?" is my reply. Doc looks at me as if to
say, just answer, so I say, "Only when I have no money." Doc rolls her eyes.
"Are you with someone? Are you concerned that you are getting old?" I take a deep breath and gave a sigh. "Yes
but no, and no but yes."
Doc shares her head, purses her lips and wrinkles her nose. I don't think she's catching on to my humour.
"I'm seriously thinking that you are suffering from
depression," she declares after a while.
"But, Doc, what about the voices?"
"What about the
voices? What do the voices tell you?" she says this with an obvious annoyance in the tone of her voice.
"Well, sometimes it's telling me about Virginia Woolf."
Doc looks at me like I
have three eyes and five noses.
"You don't know Virginia Woolf?"
I know Virginia Woolf, I read her in college. Is there a history of mental
health issues in the family?"
"Hmmmm...." I scratch my chin and think. "None that I know of,
but who knows? Although a long time ago," I continue, "we had a neighbour who was
hauled off in a straight jacket." Doc shakes her head again.
"Were you related to that neighbour?"
"Hell, no, 'twas just a neighbor. Never even knew the name, I was still little
then. Although it could be a relative. You know, my tribe's elders were all very
secretive or they were in denial about most things, especially anything about mental health or illness. They didn't like being ostracized." I shrug my shoulders as I say this. Doctor stares at me like I
should be put in a straight jacket myself. She types something on her computer,
prints it and hands me the paper - it is a prescription for Larozapam or some
damn drug that probably would make me fall asleep and forget about being alive.
"That should help you calm down and get to sleep better." She stands up, hinting the consultation is finished.
here I thought I just have ear infection or some damn thing."
I leave the clinic
and thank the nice perky receptionist on the way out.
Sunday September 17th, 2017
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