So yes I know a second one took forever, got a little lost in the pile. If you pay attention this one is in a different category than the first, I am going to be an evil bitch about that so there. :p
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I am understandably peeved when I get into work today. I didn't get my black belt, and the only thing different from earning the prior belts is simply, I wasn't fucked by my husband before testing. This time I did not since he had gone out with his friends the night before and had a hangover. Rather cruel to make him perform in bed with one of those.
Still upset with him, he knows I have a routine and he wrecked it so I don't have my black belt and I should. My sensei has said I can try again in a couple weeks, and I only failed because my form was a little off. Apparently I need to have my husbands dick sliding in and out of me to stretch me out before doing the forms.
Not that I told sensei that, though he had commented that I am not glowing today. Even asked if I was feeling alright. Course when I go for my next belt my husband fucks me hard before, then I get a new belt and he will fuck me again after to celebrate. Since there was no new belt there was no sex for my husband yesterday, not the best of things though we don't fuck daily.
Don't always end up willing after my day and he doesn't always have energy. On a rare occasion we are both up to a nice fucking but just cuddle instead. Really the only way to improve my husband is to get him to dance, well he could do with an exercise regimen as well. I tease him about having love handles.
He is even starting to get a gut, so I tease him some on having a spare tire. Not that it is sitting in an office all day for him. He works in a factory, management now but that is not sitting at a desk all day. How I met him, I worked in the factory for three summers, he was the station across from me, sparks flew and I fell hard, not to mention fast.
Rather a romance story there, I mean I'm going to college to be a psychiatrist and needing a job to help pay bills. He just worked there, no ulterior motives just a job he can do. Pays well at least and it started out just friends, you know go out after work and get some coffee and sit. No drinks for me, I wasn't old enough at first, he wasn't either until the third summer.
Course instead of getting drinks for him he stayed with me and I gave him me. Had planned on doing that anyway but well I skipped ahead to after married before we got married. Don't laugh it was important to wait for marriage, then it became important to sample him. Perhaps I was the one sampled, though I did blow him before it came to the actual sex, and well he tastes good, fucks better.
Almost a given I married him, did as well and not because he got me pregnant. I was on birth control since I was still a student and student loans make affording things hard. Married him the week before I did intern at the very sanitarium I am parking in front of. Nominally for the criminally insane, yet not all of our patients committed a crime.
On occasion they are picked up for other reasons, vagrancy being popular. After testing they are committed here until we feel they are committed to being healthy. Takes less time than you would think sometimes. The tough cases keep coming back, not because they are repeat criminals, at least not in the classical sense.
Perpetually homeless simply find it hard to continue to take medication. So they do something that gets the attention of the police and are returned to the sanitarium. We treat them, get them clean and nourished, and usually put them right back out there. It is a vicious cycle that nobody seems to care about since our patients are not normal.
Course not all shelters have a working shower, and the feeding is questionable simply because funding for them is lacking. Our repeat patients are handy though, they tell us things they notice where they were. We tell the cops what we are told and they sometimes get arrests right then, usually they simply know of areas to keep a better eye on since nobody pays attention to a homeless guy.
Most likely they make jokes about the tips they receive from us. More likely than not they put the new cops on looking into the tip. They pair up with a seasoned veteran so there is at least a regular there. Still the grapevine, as we are called, helps them out and probably gets the rookie a little extra experience.
Called grapevine because we are next door to a vineyard. Makes a little sense and we are called grape valley. Being a correctional facility we have the barb wire fences and gates galore. That is on the outside, inside we have a slightly more relaxed feel. The truly violent individuals are in a different section than I work.
Females don't go in that section, they are violent and prone to attacks at a moments notice. A woman would only get them trying to rape her. I can take care of myself but wandering in there would lead to a gang rape. Nobody is good enough at fighting to stop all of them. Then I am inside and heading for my office.
In one way it is nice to have enough room we all have a separate office to do sessions in. In other ways it is not since our doors are always locked. We have drugs inside and not all of the patients are restricted. We do have patients who come in of their own free will, they get mostly free access to the building.
While pulling my keys out I notice Joe coming then have my keys in hand. Bend over a little to get the keys in then Joe is standing there. He follows me into my office then over to my desk.
"Hey doc you look a little down." I look over at Joe and sigh.
"Didn't get my black belt, I don't have a day off again for two weeks."
"Doc you don't come in over the weekend."
"I know, my sensei has classes all day long on the weekend so testing is only during the week. During the day as well since he has classes in the evening."
"Well bad news time, your new boy didn't respond well to the drug. We took blood and testing is ongoing but the results probably won't be good news." I'm confused on that one.
"What do you mean?"
"He foamed at the mouth after taking the pill. He's fine now but they pumped out his stomach and likely take a few days to get the results on the testing." I think about that.
"If he truly foamed at the mouth that suggests a strong allergy to either the chemical or the filling agent. That is unless he mouthed an Alka Seltzer."
"I don't think he got one of those, also have it from on high that you are to see him again today. Rebuild the relationship I guess." I nod at that.
"Yes I better, traumatic experience like that would make him untrusting. After lunch?" Joe nods.
"Yeah, you only got a half day of clients today. What do you want for lunch?"
"Chicken sandwich unless there is good salad there. If the salads are good I'll have a chicken salad and bring all the dressing, two packages of each."
Joe nods and departs while I go over my schedule for the day. Pulling out the file on my first patient I go over it until he comes in. Then I go sit at my chair and we have our session. When I mention at the end that he is doing well enough I'm going to recommend he is released he begs to know how to not get the recommendation.
So not supposed to do it but I tell him, it's simple really, all he has to do is get violent. Manic episodes are workable but generally lead to testing and drugs beyond what he gets already. In his case he has a minor case of psychosis, he's actually fully functional without the drug treatment. Course without drugs he hears voices and is known to talk back to them.
What got him here in the first place. Also what got him homeless, he developed the problem later in life and slipped through the cracks. So to speak, in actual terms mostly what happened was he got fired for yelling back at the voices. Led to losing his apartment, already lost the girlfriend, most likely the reason for the psychosis developing.
Visiting places for things like food stamps and unemployment worked at first, but unable to get a new job and worsening psychosis lead to him losing the unemployment. No money means no address, so no food stamps and he may have gotten worse then. At least the cops were quick to recognize his problem.
Not so much a mild case of psychosis but they new he was new to the streets and talking to himself so we ended up with him. At least it only took three weeks of homeless, his parents are deceased and he can't get hold of any other relatives. Easier for everyone, government included to leave him here, but the laws don't work that way.
We can only hold them here until they are no longer a danger. In this clients case he was never actually but he was diagnosed so admitted for treatment. Treatment is never all that long lasting. Writing up a suggestion that he is perhaps hired to work in the kitchen for continued treatment my next client comes in.
This one is interesting, there is nothing medically wrong with him, but he has to steal. Doesn't matter where he is, he has to steal something. I'm making progress with him, fairly certain his growing up homeless is the cause. Once I finish with him, and collect the test item, I sit down and write up my notes.
Get a little break to do this in since in this case I have an actual patient. I'm happy to mark down his progress, he only pocketed the test item at the end of the session. Marked improvement, the first session with him he pocketed it immediately. Sadly he is not as improved as it would seem. He knows the test item is exactly that and is starting to equate it as being worthless.
It's not worthless, a gold fountain pen definitely isn't that. It is also long enough he won't be able to eat it, had that problem early on. Luckily a quarter isn't precisely dangerous for an adult to swallow. Next patient is another of the homeless. This is his fourth time being committed with us, I'd like to say I'm making progress but I can't.
He is worse off than my first patient of the day, but the drugs affect him stronger than they should and they are the only ones we are allowed to prescribe. Probably because the company making them sells them cheap to the state. Most likely there was grease applied as well because normally we get a slew of drugs for all conditions. In this particular case though we only have the one.
Have a way around it however, I tried adding a supplemental drug and he is doing better. Better being a subjective term, he's still not happy with the way he feels on the drugs. I'd really like to offer him one of the newer drugs, but we are not cleared for it. Unless the company will agree to making him a free test subject I can't put him on it.
