This Doesn't Smell Right

Oct. 5, 2008

The world reeks of excuses. A foul and lingering smell—the kind that can't be contained—like the world hit the granddaddy of skunks on the universe express and its innards are on fire. And the stench is rising. One of my clients told me today to cut the B.S. and prescribe her meds. Here I am, sifting through her lies, and she halts me and orders me to give her the very meds I'm gingerly withdrawing. This is an addict in her finest form, protecting her drug of choice. She continued to tell me that my assessments were wrong and that I only wanted to see her in pain. She told me I was sadistic. She said I was crazy; and told me I "must get off on it."

This is the only place I can really say how I feel. When I chart, I'm professional. When I'm in report with the treatment team, I'm patient. When I write here, I let it out. This girl is an emotionless, conscienceless, soulless stench of a human. She’s chiseled herself down to the weightless center; as hollow as any empty vessel. Her behavior is suspect to an amoral existence and attitude as sharp and self-serving as her unquenchable narcotic appetite. Here is a girl who blame-shifts as naturally as she breathes. She is the product of addiction and the curse of this good nation. Like many of my clients she lacks the ability to emotionally mature because she reached a ceiling in early adulthood. She never learned to own her mistakes. She never learned to take responsibility; and now she’s become the feces mankind. And the stench of people like her has reached its boiling point. Unfortunately, it is the aroma of our time.

Dr. J. D. Z.