CONTENT WARNING: Hate speech.
Completely incompetent. Dosed me for a mental illness with antipsychotics, soon I became intolerably restless. Told them pretty much immediately and they did not think to see the obvious–that it was a side-effect called “akathisia”–the unquenchable desire to move around/pace about nonstop. I lived with it for a good number of years, having my lifestyle severely disrupted, and now that I remind my psychiatrist, he says I never told them. Either grossly incompetent or a complete liar. Both very dangerous, when psych meds are involved. Was on a legal high, psychiatrist told me to quit and sent me to a support group. The group provided little to no practical advice when I stated my problem, so I went cold turkey and suffered life-threatening withdrawal. Underdosing me on a relaxant, overdosing me on an antipsychotic. Completely incompetent and lacking in empathy. Receptionists at the front desk are sometimes rude. Psychiatrst is nasty/unfriendly/agitated/elitist/egomaniacal. Did not address the majority of my questions, did not explain the side effects of the medications prescribed to me.
The parking lot at the psychiatry department is always full.
Go eat pussy out of a dumpster, contract HIV, get a heroin addiction, live off the streets, and starve to death begging for a blowjob while having a hot steel golf club rammed up your ass.
Here’s another example:
I have acne. Everywhere. Not everywhere, but, on my back, on my ass, even a little on my upper legs. None on the face. Occasionally some on the chest and upper arms. Not pimples, but red spots and lesions and stuff under the skin that doesn’t look good.
I went in to the primary care physician and complained. They didn’t prescribe me anything. They recommended a sanitization wash from CVS. They didn’t bother to ask how bad it was. I was ready to strip naked in front of them. Some people legitimately get meds for this.