Well, I'm doing something on 17 November that I'm certain many people will be well-pleased and relieved to hear: I'm going to see a psychiatrist!
Actually, it's for the psych evaluation for the WLS, but I'm sure the doc will realise he has the next Norman Bates in his office and swiftly call the Men in White Coats to haul me off to Bedlam. His name is Dr. Lynch, which puts me ill at ease from the onset...I mean LYNCH for petes sake. Makes me think I'm gonna be hanged by my neck until dead. At least that's better than Sovenyhazy (pronounced Shovin' Hozzi) for a proctologist. I'm serious....
Hey, maybe I should relearn that old novelty song, "They're Coming to Take Me away" by Napoleon XIV!
( ha haaa )
Actually, it's for the psych evaluation for the WLS, but I'm sure the doc will realise he has the next Norman Bates in his office and swiftly call the Men in White Coats to haul me off to Bedlam. His name is Dr. Lynch, which puts me ill at ease from the onset...I mean LYNCH for petes sake. Makes me think I'm gonna be hanged by my neck until dead. At least that's better than Sovenyhazy (pronounced Shovin' Hozzi) for a proctologist. I'm serious....
Hey, maybe I should relearn that old novelty song, "They're Coming to Take Me away" by Napoleon XIV!
( ha haaa )