Thursday, August 31, 2006

What's the difference?

What's the difference between God and a psychiatrist?

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God doesn't think he's a psychiatrist.

6 comments:

Lorcan said...

I was just about to send thee a note saying Hey! I'm lonely tell me a joke, and well, here we are... proof there is a God. Not sure it is thee, but thanks anyway!

=0

lor

Contemplative Activist said...

Hey, I'm not a psychiatrist, I'm a psychologist. I don't think I am God.

Puh-lease! I am so much better than that ;)

Rach said...

hehehe

Lorcan said...

Sorry... If thee would be so kind, do not consign me to the eternal fires, I will be more careful in the future oh Exalted being...

]:<)

lor

MadPriest said...

After a lifetime of madness I have more proof that God exists than I have that The Psychiatrist exists. I've seen plenty of students and they occasionally leave the room, telling me that they are going to consult with The Psychiatrist, and when they come back they tell me The Psychiatrist has prescribed tablet X/Y/Z. In hospital the nurses meet with The Psychiatrist once a week in a sacred space that patients aren't allowed to enter and then they come and tell you what The Psychiatrist has pronounced. But it's all very "Muhammed in his cave" if you ask me.

Has anyone ever seen The Psychiatrist or is he/she just a wishful creation of our crazy minds?

Contemplative Activist said...

I have seen THE psychiatrist where I work. He likes to grill assistant psychologists.

He exists - be glad you have not met him.

He also has a counter-part, the SHE psychiatrist. SHE is a strange being indeed - inept and confident in equal measures. She likes to strut her stuff like a peacock at the HE psychiatrist. What HE says, SHE disagrees with. Each bears their feathers, making wilder and wilder diagnoses. Suddenly, one of them mentions Freud, the baby psychiatrists gaze in admiration, the nurses yawn and the assistant psychologists groan, until finally, the BIG psychologist steps in, calls the offending creature by his/her first name and suddenly there is silence, each God retreating to his/her corner to plot for the next round.

I have also met another being - the training psychiatrist. They are curious beings indeed. Spritely litte demigods, who in the HE/SHE psychiatrists presence, sit straight, smile smugly, peering down their noses at patients from afar saying their favourite mantra, "Yes Dr., " In the absence of the HE/SHE psychiatrist, they make confident, yet downright stupid pronouncements, which assistant psychologists must then report back to the BIG psychologist, in order to devise diplomatic way to correct them.

On being corrected, their hands shake, their faces go pale and the nurses in the background titter knowingly.

CA