“How ya feeling?” his lap supported a brown clipboard and his fingers drummed against it. She sort of wished he’d stop.
“Well, besides the fact I’m craving Thai food and I can’t leave to go get some, pretty good.”
“I’ll bring you some Thai food.” When he smiled his mouth moved slightly down and away from his mustache. “Where’s a good Thai place?”
“Bangkok.”
“Oh, you’re funny.”
It was an actual restaurant in town. But she didn’t feel like explaining it. Let him think she was that clever.
His trigger finger deftly tapped on the clipboard, signaling the start of “the business”.
“How are your symptoms? Is the medication consistent?”
“It’s doing what it’s supposed to?”
“What it’s supposed to?” leading her on to tell him more.
“I’ve told you what it does to me.”
He nodded, remembering, “The emotion numbing, the clouding of the mind. You’re still experiencing them?”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re still aware that’s to be expected with as strong of an anti-psychotic that we have you