fix.me -- james

”Patient claims that they are trying to poison him through the cafeteria. Period. It seems that the clozapine isn’t giving the desired effects on his paranoia. Period. Will begin psychotherapy at the next session. Period. End dictation.”


Sipping his protein shake, Jimmy wasn’t really big on coffee. He never really understood the obsession. While everyone was lined up at Starbucks to drown themselves in java, Jimmy made himself a quick protein shake at home. It was very easy to make, very easy to carry, and saved him tons of cash over a year. The issue wasn’t getting going for him, it was finding time to drink it. He would usually have one right after his work out on his way to the office, but he had simply forgot. He was doing that a lot lately. It probably had something to do with all of the stress he was under.

Eyeing the folder in front of him, he was getting ready to see a new client. Her evaluation had been done quite some time ago and she had been getting treatment ever since. He figured it might be easier to start over. This way she would have a clean slate and be able to go from her present condition instead of one that had been done months ago. In his professional opinion, it was the way to go.

Letting out a deep breath, he figured that it might be best to do this somewhere that was familiar to her. They could ease into things. Build up some trust first and then explore from there. Rising to his feet, he would stop and take a look out the window. Glancing up at the clock, there were still quite a few hours left in the day. He loved what he did, but he also loved his free time. That’s not to say that he was rushing out, it was just such a nice day outside. That’s when he got an idea. Sending an idea for approval to take his client outside, he would grab his pad, drop it in his back, and toss it over his shoulder. Heading out of his office, he locked the door behind him and then would make his way to where they kept Michelle.

”Good Morning, Michelle. How are you today?”

Jimmy smiled as he approached the young girl. Taking his phone out, he had the approval that he needed. He was a little early on this appointment, but he didn’t feel like dictating anymore. He felt like a robot when doing those things and it was usually something that he did at home.

”I’m Doctor Best.”