"I'm not sending my daughter to some mental hospital or therapy group! She is not mentally ill or is that what you are trying to tell me doctor. Is my daughter mentally ill? Is she? Cause I have known her, her whole life and you have known her for what three days? So don't tell me what is or is not wrong with my daughter, doctor" My mom says to Dr. Michael. By the end of her speech she was standing up with her finger in the doctor’s face. "So if you are done doctor we need to leave so that I can get back to work"
I look between the two of them. Oh man the two of them are having a stare down. I can feel the tension rising between them. Dr. Michael is about to challenge mom back when the P.A. system called to him.
"Dr. Michael you are needed in the emergency room, Dr. Michael you are needed in an emergency room" says the P. A. lady. She sounded like one of those robotic voices that are used in all TV shows or movies. Actually as I thought about it she sounded like she hated her job, I would probably hate it too. The Doctor looked away from my mom and down at his watch. I could hear him curse silently.
"Well, since I am late for another appointment we'll have to take this up at a later time. But you will have to schedule a follow up appointment so we can check on how you daughter is healing. And again I strongly suggest that she start going to a therapy appointment of some sort before she goes back to school so that she will be able to cope with her surroundings." Dr. Michael said then he turned and left before my mother could talk back to him. I look over at my mom and I can see her boiling with anger by the way she was glaring at the doctor walking away from my room. I bet if she had lasers for eyes she would be burning holes in that doctor’s back. She turns over to me and gives me the same look that she gave the doctor.
I look between the two of them. Oh man the two of them are having a stare down. I can feel the tension rising between them. Dr. Michael is about to challenge mom back when the P.A. system called to him.
"Dr. Michael you are needed in the emergency room, Dr. Michael you are needed in an emergency room" says the P. A. lady. She sounded like one of those robotic voices that are used in all TV shows or movies. Actually as I thought about it she sounded like she hated her job, I would probably hate it too. The Doctor looked away from my mom and down at his watch. I could hear him curse silently.
"Well, since I am late for another appointment we'll have to take this up at a later time. But you will have to schedule a follow up appointment so we can check on how you daughter is healing. And again I strongly suggest that she start going to a therapy appointment of some sort before she goes back to school so that she will be able to cope with her surroundings." Dr. Michael said then he turned and left before my mother could talk back to him. I look over at my mom and I can see her boiling with anger by the way she was glaring at the doctor walking away from my room. I bet if she had lasers for eyes she would be burning holes in that doctor’s back. She turns over to me and gives me the same look that she gave the doctor.
