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Thursday, August 4th, 2005I just got back from a session with my therapist. I don’t really know if the session was good because I did most of the talking. We didn’t talk about my sister much though. We talked more about mom. My sessions are usually just me ranting about my mom so that’s nothing new but he wants mom to have a session with him next week. Let’s see how that goes.
I got irritated with him and told him off a bit. I told him that I don’t think Prodin is working and maybe I need a different medicine. He prescribed me Prodiethrin (?) which he gave me before already and didn’t work. So I asked him why he doesn’t keep a record of what he prescribes to his patients and his answer struck me dumb. He said “Hmmm. Bat nga kaya?” (Hmm. I wonder why.) WTF?! I wanted to smack him after he said that. I’m beginning to suspect that he’s a fake and he’s just in it for money. But I did some quick thinking and remembered that my sessions with him are helping me somehow. But he really hardly takes notes. If he does, they’re usually on loose paper and there’s no record for each patient. Surprisingly, he still remembers the things we talked about before but I still think he should keep a record. Since I wanted to know the details of his session with mom, I told him to take notes for that. I know it’s bad but I feel like he’s easy to bully and I’m tempted to bully him more.













