Since I had the breakdown a couple of months ago I've been on all sorts of lovely meds to keep myself stable and to help me sleep at night. When I was first given my four (count 'em!) new prescriptions I thought, this new doc might be a little drug-happy. But she was right and I feel about 200% better now that I'm able to get out of bed in the morning and not cry all day long.

But...

At my last appointment with Doctor Meds I started to wonder if this is the right person for me. A couple of the things that stood out include:

1. She told me that animals are psychic and can read our electromagnetic fields, auras, and our minds. Um, OK.

2. In order to "visualize" losing weight, I've been instructed to purchase a doll and stick balls of modeling clay on it. One ball = one pound. I will then remove the balls as I lose pounds. The doll must stay somewhere I will see it each day. My problems with this? Dolls creep me the fuck out and this is just generally a completely weird idea.

There are a few other quirks I've noticed, but she generally is a good person to talk to, and does have some practical advice for some of my issues. Why do I always run across the freaky Docs?

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1 Um... animals are psychic.

Posted by: onelazylesbian at January 27, 2006 07:49 AM (ez0cq)

2 I'm not convinced on that one. I know animals are incredible readers of very subtle body language--we give off unconcious clues constantly as to our frame of mind and our intentions. But psychic? Auras? I don't know.

Posted by: ensie at January 27, 2006 09:27 AM (0Y/90)

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