So like this psychologist wigged on me. She was a pretty woman, tall, slim, blond and freckled. Really nice outdoorsy Colorado girl. I wanted to like her. I wanted her to be able to help me.

So we got to the place where she accosts me in the day room, and does the obnoxious thing of smiling fake bright smiles at one of the techs while speaking to me. She ways something artgumentative to me and when I correct her she smiles bright fake miss América smiles at the tech. It means, "i dont hear you, I am breaking contact iwith you and talking at you not to or with you".

What the fcku?

Then the blonde doctor who looked like if you had a woman duales toothpaste tube and squished it hemos the waist so the middle was lumpy and distorted without being disproprtioonate...she will be attractive, ecen stunning when she finds her way to Pilates. I formed the opinión that she was a good doctor. Some things she said indicated smarts and food medicine. But she did intentional bypassing in communication. Like sheasked if I room tryptophan. I said I did not. Then she said to me that I told her i did. And once there was conflict she was all giddy and giggly like we were smart women at a champagne breakfast with bimbos.

The fat unlovely nurse called the police to make me swallow a lot of ativan. Im a typical drug loving adhd ptsd person. Anyone could have thrown me a wink and said hey teacake you Seem a little tense. I called doc and she approved up to four mg ativan.and a zyprexa f you want it. But Megan had to call the cops and have her flying monkeys surround me and threaten to have the police take me down and inject me. She tried to make getting high feel like being punished. It didn't work. I learned karate with cops. I trained with them.
They saved me and my training saved me and I love them.

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