(From Mr B’s journal – posted here with permission:)
The mess starts with the psychiatrist (necessary as a prescriber of Keep Caity Sane Pills) relocating her practice from Toowoomba to the centre of Brisbane.
There have been other psychiatrists, including “Only Sees Pharmaceutical Reps At Lunchtime (with the implication the rep is buying)”, who changed the medication regime significantly, a couple of days before Easter, then managed to be uncontactable when things got a little difficult, but Caity sacked her! (And she doesn’t seem to be practising in this state now, either.) But I digress.
The recovery from this most recent bout of flu has been a slow one for me. Even relatively routine stuff tends to tire me, so I banked up a bit of rest and sleep prior to the trip.
I generally do the driving, as I’m the one with the sense of direction and local knowledge for Brisbane. Seeing our next door neighbours (not the Shouties, but the chaps on the other side) died in a road accident about a month ago, there was a bit of added anxiety on Herself’s part.
As a bit of an indulgence, Caity requested a once-in-a-couple-of-years breakfast at the Place Of Golden Arches on the Gatton bypass. This was undoubtedly Bad Move Number One.
Stupid staffer (who had “Crew Trainer” on her hat) couldn’t get the order right, and steadfastly persisted in her error, right up to providing the wrong stuff after being corrected twice. In the end, I just said “Ah, stuff it”, and ate Caity’s unwanted, un-ordered hash browns in place of the hotcakes I had been trying in vain to order.
If that particular Maccas uses fake eggs, at least it puts bits of real eggshell in with the food to fool customers. And Crew Trainer responds to to complaints with, “Yeah, okay, sorry about that.”
(Upside: I doubt Caity will ever want to go to The Clown’s Place again.) [Caity adds: Yep, I think I’m cured of that!]
Onward to Brisvegas, by way of various eejit drivers, and seeing a just-happened fatal rollover at Haigslea, plus the usual roadwork delays.
My allowance of about 45 minutes’ delay time was pretty good, and I got to the building almost right on time for Caity to disembark.
City parking being what it is, I drove back out via Milton Road and Baroona Road to a nice spot just downhill from the QLD Governor’s residence, and listened to some music for an hour.
When the call came to collect Caity, it was only a couple of minutes’ dash back into town. She got into the car looking worse than I’ve seen her in ages. I decided that, if nothing about the session was volunteered, I would do better to wait.
A quick foray through a Milton art-supply shop was followed by a simple picnic lunch in the covered area at the top of the Botanical Gardens. Under other circumstances, it would have been real fun… there was an extremely audacious scrub turkey who came so close I could probably have tempted him onto my shoulder for an Ugliest Parrot Ever shot… but Caity was Not Happy.
It turns out Pshrink had a bit of aspirational agenda stuff happening. Never mind listening to Caity regarding some of the recent symptoms, or anything relevant… Pshrink had to pooh-pooh the Mindfulness stuff that Caity has been doing with her psychologist, and which has helped her make noticeable progress, as “useless, just a bandaid on your underlying problems”, and then proceed to tell Caity that she MUST go into freelance work from home.
I’m sure those of you who run their own businesses know the stresses and uncertainties of sole-trader stuff: would you recommend to a person with psychiatric issues (and an almost total inability to do accounts) that they set up an (unspecified) home-based business?
Caity tells me that if I hadn’t arrived when I did, she may have been under a bus, or across the street at the convenient police HQ asking to be taken into custody to save her from herself.
A change of pshrink is warranted. It will still need to be Brisbane trips, because no Toowoomba ones are currently taking new patients.
Fuck, and people wonder why I choose to manage most of my lunacy on my own.
EDIT: Almost forgot… this was a leftover from the dinner I cooked tonight. Caity says it’s how she felt after visiting Pshrink.