My Psychiatrist Needs A Psychiatrist
Today, I met for the second time with my Workman’s Compensation psychiatrist. My visit didn’t disappoint with plenty more drama and unbelievable moments. I arrived 25 minutes early before my scheduled visit. I was the only one in the waiting room and my psychiatrist was the only employee in the building. She was at the main desk processing paper work from the time I got there until she finally called me back.
Now, it was 20-30 minutes past my scheduled visit time that I was actually called back. She said, “So Mr. Crosby, what am I seeing you for today?” I said, “Well my doctor long ago requested I get to see a counselor so I assume they are finally honoring that request. I’ve definitely been through a lot since seeing you a year ago to process my expectations of the spinal cord stimulator.” She said, “Well I can’t wait to hear all about.”
So, I began to share as it was clear she absolutely knew nothing about me except that I might have gotten to stimulator implanted. I was not even five minutes into sharing pieces of my journey before she interrupted. She said, “Mr. Crosby we’ve got to speed this thing along. I’ve got other clients.” Realize that I spent the first 15 minutes of our time patiently listening to her talk about some of her health issues. Yet, she can’t listen to me for even 5 minutes. How can you help someone you never seek to understand what’s going on.
She said, “Mr. Crosby what is your desired outcome for this visit. You know some people just come to these things because they’re on a big ego trip” I said, “No mam, I’m here because I’ve gotten over my ego a long time ago. I’m just hoping to have someone care, seek to understand and help me process my painful reality the best possible.”
I kid you not that only 5-10 minutes later she was running me out the door. She said, “I hate we really couldn’t discuss much at this visit. But, I’ve got others to see and things are just different with Workman’s Comp visits. We will discuss things further at our next visit.” She said quite a mouthful that time. Every doctor visit is different with Workman’s Compensation. They don’t care and they don’t have to explain themselves. I left out that office just praying for continued self control. I know without a doubt that my psychiatrist needs a psychiatrist. Just another roller coaster visit for my God story.
“And we know that God causes everything to work together[a] for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.”