Today I had my bimonthly visit to my psychiatrist, Dr. Bruno. They were running an hour late, which was extremely annoying; good thing I had no other plans. If I charged him the waiting time he’d wind up owing ME money. Anyway, I told him about the I-Match program and how much better I feel now, even though I still have the Headache. I talked about how before, my headache pain would get so bad sometimes that I wanted to kill myself — this happened twice in the month of January, for example.
“You shouldn’t say that,” he said. “You will get yourself in trouble. I’m a psychiatrist, you know.”
“But you understand,” I said, and he said yes. We know each other well enough that I can talk about suicidal thoughts with him without being automatically thrown in the hospital. (And incidentally, I haven’t had any since I’ve gone into the program.)
Dr. Bruno was very curious and asked all sorts of questions about what sort of stuff they did at I-Match, and did I have to sleep there, or what. It turns out his curiosity wasn’t idle: at the end of my visit he revealed that he had another patient with severe chronic back pain who’d been recommended for the I-Match’s counterpart, literally just across the hall, their three-week general pain management program based on the same model and run by the same people. He said his patient was “whining” about how she didn’t want to go away for three whole weeks, etc.
“Tell her what my friends told me,” I said, “that she’s probably already lost three weeks and more in pain days. It’s an investment.” I gave him my official permission to share with that woman my story and how much pain I was in and how thus far I have benefited immensely. He said he would. I hope he can convince her to go. I would count it as a good deed on my part if my story would help persuade her.