Down the Rabbit Hole (closed for TheFarthestWriter)

[jenwishuknew]

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Dr. Miranda Hill, a name well known and well respected, have been practicing Psychiatry for a long time now. She was the youngest to graduate from a medical school so when she finished her training, she was indeed the youngest. That didn’t stop her from going further and a step beyond. She dedicated first few years of her career working under a famous Psychiatrist who not only was specialized in Neurology but also conducted research. Her curiosity had led her to sought him out and then work under him for few years before she started working at a hospital part time and part time, in her own clinic. Of course, that’s changed now since she dedicates all her time to her clinic now. It’s better that way because hospital has its own limitation.

She also specializes in cases that are hard to crack and that mostly comprises of people with very personal problems. She also manages patients who are struggling with their relationships and at times, she even does couples therapy. Only if both partners agrees to it. Most of her patients are rich since they are the only ones who can afford it.

She indeed have a nice estate. She had paid off her loans fully and then bought this house on the outskirts of the city. She didn’t like living in the chaos so she preferred the calmer environment. She had a 5000 sq feet house all to herself. It was her dream house that had a nice little drive way to it and mansion like feel to it. There…she was finally living in one and years of hard work finally had paid off. Like any other day, her office hours starts later in the day and finishes around the evening.

Dr. Miranda Hill had everything digitized. Her home office basically didn’t need a secretary per say. Once someone enters her office, the patients would grab a seat and with it attached is a tablet. They’d have to sign in if they were old patients OR fill their personal and insurance information if they’re new. With that information, their digital chart either get pulled from the record or is created if it’s a new patient. Should anyone want to make a new appointment, they’d reach an automated system where they can simply make an appointment on the phone and if it’s an emergency, they’d have her cell phone number where they can reach there anytime.

She did have a fall back secretary, back where she actually practiced with few other physicians and she was the second number they’d have to reach should they need her, unless it’s an emergency. Though, in such field, an emergency rarely occurs and hence, she loves her lifestyles. She gets to enjoy all the good things there’s to enjoy and was glad that she wasn’t married which would weigh her down. Like any other day, her office hours starts later in the day and finishes around the evening. She grabbed her iPad to check the patient chart who was waiting for her in the waiting area.

 

[TheFarthestWriter]

Jason Kendrick looked to be on top of the world. At the age of 35 he ran a successful business selling electronic health record software that was used throughout doctors' offices in the country. He was CEO, had multi-millions in the bank, drove a Harley-Davidson to work, and lived in a beautiful home. At 5'10", with a slender but athletic frame, he was considered by any measure a handsome man. Most of the time he carried a five o clock shadow, which was dark brown like his short hair. He had brown eyes that lit up the room when he smiled.

Except these days Jason Kendrick wasn't smiling much.

"What the FUCK Jack." He burst out, slamming his fist down on the table. "This God-demanded project was supposed to be off the ground and running a month ago. Now another set back? I think you should go back to Apple or wherever the shit it was you came from."

"Jason, we knew from day one that this was going to be the main problem - you hired me for this, and you yourself told me that you thought it would take a few months to fix... we're at months one..."

"Yeah but things change don't they, Jack?" Jason got off his chair and started pacing behind his desk. He wore blue jeans, and a white muscle tee shirt. He didn't fit the standard profile of a CEO running a software company, but Jason had never been one for stereotypes, and always felt comfortable being exactly what he was...

"I want this project done in one month. One. Fucking. Month. Not two, d'ya understand Jack? Get that big brain of yours on whatever combination of stimulants you need, work overtime, and get it done."

Jack, his senior project manager for a new version of their software, shook his head slowly, standing up from his chair to leave. "You've got problems Jason. We're all noticing it. You've lost your cool, you're simply not being rational. You're contradicting your self from just a month ag-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Jason screamed, picking up his ashtray and throwing it in the direction of his employee. Jack yelped and covered his head reflexively with his ipad, ducking.

"Holy shit! Ok, I'm out. This is crazy. You need help you crazy son of a bitch! You need some psychiatric help!"

"OUT! ONE MONTH!"

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That was almost exactly the same thing that his board of directors told him the next day. Jason would be out of his own company in one month if he didn't start immediate treatment for whatever it was that was eating him, and show them evidence that he had. They would give him six months to get himself back into "proper mental shape" as they called it.

That night, Jason sat in his office at home, looking out the bay window that lead to a small balcony and overlooked a view of his estate. During the day one would have been able to see rolling hills dotted with spots of trees. When the sun shined it was truly an uplifting site. Right now it was raining however. And Jason found himself thinking that he couldn't remember the last time he had noticed the sun.

What's going on? Why do I feel so angry? This was not his usual self. But he could sense that he was becoming more irritable, easily upset, over the last month. He had attributed to lack of sleep due to the project they had been working on. And yet he had always run on a lack of sleep, especially during deadlines. Jason sighed, holding his head in his hands. "I don't know." He said out loud. "I don't know."

He looked at the card one of the directors had given him.

Dr. Miranda Hill. Apparently she served other people in his situation. Wealthy people. People with problems they needed fixing ASAP so that they could get back to their busy, productive lives.

He found her website, made an appointment and next week, he showed up. It was a bit later in the day, but these were her office hours, and this was the time that he was about to get. When he walked into the office waiting room - a space that had been very nicely done and unlike usual doctors offices - and sat down, looking at the tablet before him

Of course. She used his software. That would have, in the recent past, brought a smile to Jason's face. But this time it didn't. He just punched in his information, sat and wait.

When the last patient came out of her office, his software, on cue, indicated to him that he should go in. And that was when Jason Kendrick met Dr. Miranda Hill.

 

[jenwishuknew]

Dr. Hill, Miranda Hill had everything digitized. Her home office basically didn’t need a secretary per say. Once someone enters her office, the patients would grab a seat and with it attached was a tablet. They’d have to sign in if they were old patients OR fill their personal and insurance information if they’re new. With that information, their digital chart either gets pulled from the record or is created if it’s a new patient. Should anyone want to make a new appointment, they’d reach an automated system where they can simply make an appointment over the phone or online, and if it’s an emergency, they’d have her cell phone number where they can reach her anytime. It was pretty much self-sufficient system.

She did have a fall back secretary, back where she actually used to practice with few other physicians. It seems she kept that secretary as a backup. So first line of contact was an automated phone, second was her secretary and third would be the doctor herself- through her secretary. Though, in such field, an emergency rarely occurs and hence, she loves her lifestyles. She gets to enjoy all the good things there’s to enjoy and was glad that she wasn’t married which would weigh her down.

Dr. Hill was starting her office hours a little later that afternoon today. Her first appointment being around that time, she had her lunch early and then saw a patient who was in session for almost an hour and half with her. Once done, she was just scanning the information that was filled by the next patient, Jason Kendrick. That was his name and she was eager to learn what he was going through. The electronic file of his didn’t contain much information on as to why he was here but it's fine. That was always better and she preferred it that way because it allows patients to open up to her.

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She opted in for a semi-casual outfit: a button down white shirt that was tucked into her matching white pants. This was one of the perks of working from home. She could either dress up properly if she was on mood for it or she could simply throw on something casual. She did complete her outfit with a watch on her left wrist and fancy sandals. She always kept up her appearances. Once she was ready, she stepped out of her office to meet him in the hallway to guide him I to her office. “Mr. Kendrick?” She said as she smiled, gesturing him towards her office, “Come on in. Right this way.” She said with a smile, holding a large tablet in her hand, with his file opened for her to write notes on. Once he’d walk up to the door, she’d simple let him walk in to her luxurious office.

He'd find a large wooden desk which she barely sits on but it’s there for the formality. She spends most of her time on the couches which are in the corner of the room, across the table and to its left would be two windows, looking out towards her fancy garden. "I am Dr. Hill. How are you?" She smiled and looked at him, extending her hand for a shake, fairly young guy, wondering what his problem was, apart from what he had written in his chart which wasn’t much clear to her either. Though, it was crucial that she hears from him and so, she leaned forward to show him she was interested in what he had to say as her gaze peered right at him, "So, how about we begin with you telling me why you're here?" she prompted when he'd settle in comfortably and ready to talk.