Psychiatrist is AWOL.
My psychiatrist, the illustrious Dr. Ji, has been AWOL for some time now.¬† His cell phone number is out of service, and although I’ve called him at his office a few times, I haven’t been able to get a hold of him.¬†
In a way, this isn’t so serious because I know I can buy generic Prozac really cheap, without a prescription, at the No. 1 Dispensary on Nanjing Road.¬† But, I don’t think I can get Citalopram there.¬† I’ve been taking less and less, although I didn’t really take much in the first place, and I took the last partial tablet today.
I’ve found myself pretty crabby lately, and after talking to Rachel, I got to worrying that the thing that was really working for me was the C., not the P.¬† Or, maybe I’m a bit pissed off because my vacation, what with my broken computer (thwarting my plans to make altered frame catches from a Japanese TV drama) and the dirty old man fondling me, was kind of spoiled.
Another inconvenient aspect of the dr.’s disappearance was that I thought it might make sense to ask him if he could set me up with somebody.¬† I figure he knows people who are around my age, eligible, and single.¬† I wasn’t thinking of other patients of his, but rather of other doctors he might know around his hospital or clinic.¬† I was thinking that it was worth a shot.¬†
I was also thinking that I have to start thinking about meeting someone in a rational way, rather than thinking of it as something that happens magically.¬† Maybe I should think of meeting someone in the same way I would think of finding a particular thing I want to buy — what do I want, where am I likely to find it, who should I ask for advice about where to get it, etc.¬†