The Psychiatric Patient as God, I Guess . . .

Psychiatric patients are incredibly selfish. Yeah yeah, sob sob, boo hoo hoo — yes, we’re sick, we’re a fucking nightmare, but shit: can’t we leave our poor doctors alone?

This opening, certainly related to me, is for my own doctor, an otherwise great guy whose hovering ability to subscribe me medicines has become tertiary to our fifteen minute conversations every six weeks. Today, as I write this, for whatever day this piece might wind up being read, he and I babbled — or I guess I did at least, his sharp sense of humor abiding my bleak self-parody…