Dr Stewart Monologue
"You shouldn’t have done that, Sheila. It is pointless. And in any case it’s none of your business," the psychologist raised the tone of her voice. "Do take your medication along with the antidepressants. That’s what you’ve got to do, ok?" she almost commanded her.
"I get the antidepressants. Still I do not see any difference. I’m still watch-ing nightmares and can’t find any joy, anywhere."
"Yes, but…" Dr. Stewart stopped and sighed. She kept some notes.
You must somehow justify your fucking eighty bucks, right the brown-haired woman thought wryly.
She checked the digital clock: seven ten p.m. She decided not to look at any clock again for as long as she would stay in there. She focused beside it, in a golden rectangular caption in bold …show more content…
As if, there is lack of oxygen. I get dizzy, my mouth is filling up with saliva and I cannot swallow. I just can’t," the woman said by emphasizing the last words.
"What did you do with the yoga?" Dr. Stewart changed the subject.
"I attended a number of lessons but not even from them I saw any results, so I stopped. I am bored of all these. Actually, I’m bored of everything."
She unconsciously glanced back at the clock. She tried to erase the digital display from her mind: seven thirteen p.m. She then looked absent-minded at Dr. Stewart’s rich breast. It looked almost provocative under her cleavage. Is it so round by nature or is it the result of plastic surgery? she thought to herself. Her libido suddenly boosted. Her reactions and thoughts were lately surprising even her. She was not feeling well; definitely, she was not feeling well at all.
"Did your husband become aggressive any other time since that particular night?" Dr. Stewart asked.
Her thought abruptly disrupted.
"No. But he’s acting strange."
"Can you be more specific?"
"I feel that something is wrong with him. As if, he is hiding things. As if, he is building a wall between us, as if he does not want me to approach him. He has become strange, that’s for
"I get the antidepressants. Still I do not see any difference. I’m still watch-ing nightmares and can’t find any joy, anywhere."
"Yes, but…" Dr. Stewart stopped and sighed. She kept some notes.
You must somehow justify your fucking eighty bucks, right the brown-haired woman thought wryly.
She checked the digital clock: seven ten p.m. She decided not to look at any clock again for as long as she would stay in there. She focused beside it, in a golden rectangular caption in bold …show more content…
As if, there is lack of oxygen. I get dizzy, my mouth is filling up with saliva and I cannot swallow. I just can’t," the woman said by emphasizing the last words.
"What did you do with the yoga?" Dr. Stewart changed the subject.
"I attended a number of lessons but not even from them I saw any results, so I stopped. I am bored of all these. Actually, I’m bored of everything."
She unconsciously glanced back at the clock. She tried to erase the digital display from her mind: seven thirteen p.m. She then looked absent-minded at Dr. Stewart’s rich breast. It looked almost provocative under her cleavage. Is it so round by nature or is it the result of plastic surgery? she thought to herself. Her libido suddenly boosted. Her reactions and thoughts were lately surprising even her. She was not feeling well; definitely, she was not feeling well at all.
"Did your husband become aggressive any other time since that particular night?" Dr. Stewart asked.
Her thought abruptly disrupted.
"No. But he’s acting strange."
"Can you be more specific?"
"I feel that something is wrong with him. As if, he is hiding things. As if, he is building a wall between us, as if he does not want me to approach him. He has become strange, that’s for