Laura Jedeed (Misanthrophile)

So here I am at the VA sitting across from a psychiatrist saying, hey, my shit is under control with my present medication and has been for 2 years, all I want is for you to write me the exact same prescription and tell me who to call if shit gets out of control

The psych then goes on a ten-minute rant about how the meds I'm taking don't work for my diagnosed condition and how when he was at the FDA he wrote a scholarly paper about it but it wasn't published because it wasn't the kind of article they were looking for.

I've worked for academic publications and I know good and goddamn well this means it failed peer review, and also probably partially explains why he's working at a backwater VA instead of at the FDA now But I keep my mouth shut because, you know, I need my meds.

Then he tells me my dosage of the medication that doesn't work isn't enough to be effective, which makes no sense but OK So I smile and let him double my med dose because now I can just cut the pill in half and build up some reserves.