Today my therapist and I did my annual assessment, where they ask me a bunch of questions and write down a lot of things in order to:
1. Determine what, if any, progress I’ve made in the past year
2. Prove that I’m still bonkers and justify my continual psychiatric care to the evil insurance people and/or the state
There were a lot of silly questions she was required to ask me, although we both knew the answers:
HER: Have you used any heroin in the past 30 days?
HER: Crack cocaine?
ME: Yeah, I smoked a few rocks before I drove over here.
HER: I’m going to check “no” for that one.