All the doctor needed to understand was that I was very unhappy, so that she could advise me how best to go about changing that.
We didn’t need to start digging around in the past, talking about things that couldn’t be changed.
“Promise,” I said. I had my fingers crossed, though.
When the GP signed me off work, I wondered how a life of indolence would suit me.
I’ve always had a full-time job, having started with Bob the week after I received my degree,
and in all the years since then, I’ve never once had cause to call in sick.
Fortunately, I’ve been blessed with an extremely robust constitution.
That first week, the week immediately after the incident with the vodka and the visit from Raymond, I slept a lot.
I must have done other things, normal things too, like going out to buy milk or having a shower, but I can’t recall them now.
The doctor had somehow managed to deduce that I was suffering from depression, even with only a few scant details to go on.
I managed to keep all of my most important secrets to myself.
She suggested that medication and talking therapy combined was the most effective form of treatment,
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