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I was able to persuade my pdoc ("prescribing doctor," to those of you who don't have one) to spend a few days here listening to our Christmas Day traumatic events. Dysfunctional family, dead hamster in kid's Christmas stocking, saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus and feel compelled to record a sickening song about it, etc.
Meet Dr. Richter. He's sitting quietly across the room from you, listening. You'll be happy to know that Dr. Richter never - at least in my experience - asks the question, "And how did that make you feel?" He's usually holding his prescription pad in his hand, and checking his watch, but if you have a good story he'll sometimes nod enthusiastically and chime in with an anecdote of his own. We've had more than a few good laughs during my twice-yearly visits, including at least one of those eye-wiping, can't-catch-my-breath laughs. Something about one of my jobs.
I think he has a degree, too. You'll like him.
It's a comfy if low-rent office, with brown carpeting, brown plaid chairs, and big boxes of Kleenex everywhere. Dr. Richter is in his forties and has a long beard and likes to take his kids camping. He's kind of a granolan, but easy to talk to.
In fact, you can tell him anything.
(He knows that I could have him investigated for writing an open-ended Ambien prescription.)
Okay, let's hear it. How was your holiday? Did you finally get that pony you wanted when you were a kid?
How did that make you feel?
Meet Dr. Richter. He's sitting quietly across the room from you, listening. You'll be happy to know that Dr. Richter never - at least in my experience - asks the question, "And how did that make you feel?" He's usually holding his prescription pad in his hand, and checking his watch, but if you have a good story he'll sometimes nod enthusiastically and chime in with an anecdote of his own. We've had more than a few good laughs during my twice-yearly visits, including at least one of those eye-wiping, can't-catch-my-breath laughs. Something about one of my jobs.
I think he has a degree, too. You'll like him.
It's a comfy if low-rent office, with brown carpeting, brown plaid chairs, and big boxes of Kleenex everywhere. Dr. Richter is in his forties and has a long beard and likes to take his kids camping. He's kind of a granolan, but easy to talk to.
In fact, you can tell him anything.
(He knows that I could have him investigated for writing an open-ended Ambien prescription.)
Okay, let's hear it. How was your holiday? Did you finally get that pony you wanted when you were a kid?
How did that make you feel?
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