OoooKay.Most of you either know or suspect I see a Psychologist. After the last one “fixed” my OCD he retired (ha). I did not find a new one right away because things were going okay and my family doc was scripting my Luvox for me until I switched doctors and the new one told me she’d not script SSRI’s and I’d have to go get a new Psychologist “just to monitor your meds”.
Understandable but kind of a pain in the ass. Finding a Psychologist or therapist in general is a long and tedious process to find the one you match well with. (I personally liked the one that tried to sleep with me) So I ask her for a suggestion and she says “Sure!” and her little computer spits out a lottery ticket with the name of a shrink on it! Really? You don’t know any? “Oh no, I’m not from around here” Shit. So I gamble and make the appointment.
First visit I’m sure walked into an abandoned apartment. If it weren’t for the TV playing CNN with an old orange sitting next to it I’d be sure that crack heads ran out with whatever they could carry because besides a couple of couches that is all there was – besides dust. Just as I’m reaching for the doorknob out bursts this gorgeous redheaded women with hair to her ass wearing all camo green. “Hi, you came.” Have a seat I’ll be right out.” Now I’m about as intrigued as you get in these situations and I sit my ass down on the dust ripped up leatherish couch and wait.
She calls me in and I’m looking at everything – her, her chair covered in vitamin c tabs or something – the crooked pictures, the peeled orange on the floor with no napkin under it. The paperwork thrown in a circle around her little swivel chair and the fact that her hair almost always covers one eye.
“Sit down” she says and I do. So we talk what’s going on – blah blah” Anxiety is my main thing – I have this OCD and although it is much better I still have a lot of anxiety. “Who put you on Luvox?” “Dr. Leopald” “SDr Leopald!!, I worked under him – great guy!” I feel better now because I absolutely LOVED Dr Leopald.
So after all the this and that she tells me what I REALLY need it to quit eating meat and go on a raw foods diet. Meat is like an opiate and it only makes you feel better for a while. Meat and foods cooked until the good enzymes are burnt out – they just aren’t good for the biological processes our body needs to accomplish to make us happy, healthy and beautiful! PROBIOTICS! You must take them also. Not any – get the good stuff.
Three appointments later and I finally agreed to commit to one month. Since Monday I have not had a bit of meat nor cooked food. I feel like I’m DYING! I feel like if I see one more apple I’m going to stick it in her tailpipe (you decide which one). Cabbage and carrots and probiotics and blue-green algae, veggie juice and lettuce. Even Papaya made me gag for the sheer “Un-meatness” of it. I have a headache I’m can barely walk around I’m MAD! I am mad. I know this is all part of this detox process but it.is.pure.hell.
So I’m going to blog about this diet and we will see how this goes together. Doc Hamilton is supposed to talk people off of the edge of roof ledges, you people can talk me down from the Oreo and bacon sandwich I’d kill for.
