I called my son’s psychologist to ask her whether she knew some good psychiatrists she could recommend me to meet. She mentioned 2 names, and both work on Jalan Riau 11, a hospital for insane people. (Well, thank you, I think I am not that insane).
But I did meet one in a hospital near my housing complex, last Saturday. The schedule was at 1 pm, but doctors usually come late, 30 minutes late is punctual enough. And I got the number 3, meaning that there would be 2 other patients inline in front of me.
It was 12 noon, so I still had 1-2 hours before I could meet the psychiatrist. Then I went home and showed up again at 1.30pm. To my surprise, there had actually been no other patients except myself that day, and the psychiatrist, a short man, had been waiting for me for 30 minutes.
I told him the reason why I thought I need to meet him. It was because of the psyicho test I did the other day. The psychiatrist told me that I did not need to worry about anything. Some tests are just not accurate enough (they told me that the test is 99% accurate). Then he talked about a more accurate test he usually gave for employee selection. He also told that recently he had just conducted the test for the house of representative members. The session finally ended up with he talked and I listened. And it was all about the tests he did, and my problem was still there, undone.
While he was talking, an imagination came to me that probably this short man was not the psychiatrist I should have met. It was probably that the psychiatrist had never really shown up, and that the short man was actually the patient no 1 or no 2.
Anyway, it was hillarious enough for me and that now I am 100% confident that I do not need any psychiatrist.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005