"sometimes i give myself the creeps
sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
it all keeps adding up
i think i'm cracking up
i am just paranoid..."
-green day
ironically, this was the song on my car stereo when i drove to the doctor's office this morning.
i truly was concerned about whether or not i was "cracking up".
the doctor would be the one to decide.
i was curious as to how the doctor planned on discovering a chemical imbalance in my brain.
do they do blood work?
ink blot test?
urine samples?
i settled in my mind that they would employ the use of a cat-skan like machine, which would print out on a little card with some color on it which would indicate "crazy" or "not crazy".
i was slightly mistaken.
"why are you here?" the doctor asked politely.
"depression" i nervously replied
"what makes you think your depressed?"
i told him the symptoms i knew that i had.
"well,...you have symptoms of depression"
no crap.
in fact, i am now certain that i am depressed after driving an hour and paying a hundred bucks just so you could tell me something i already knew.
then he spent a half an hour explaining the use of prozac.
(as of now, i dont intend on taking medication. the idea of brain manipulation is very sci-fi to me.)
so, that was my doctor's visit.
next up, ryan visits a therapist.
2:45 p.m. - 2003-08-22
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