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Input: Consider Input: I have been the brunt of cruelty from a doctor a number of times but I will relate one that has always stayed with me since I was a child.
I was approximately 8 years and it happened to be summer. Baseball was a true love and my brothers and friends played daily. In the summer, all we wore were cut off jeans and nothing else. I had stepped on a rusty nail and it became infected. Time for a Tetanus shot! This was a typical occurrence for us during the summer.
There was only one doctor within a one hundred square mile area and his name was Doctor Brandenbury. He was a very unpleasant, elderly man that my brothers and I did not care for since he was just a mean, old bastard.
So I am shuffled off to his office and of course after hearing what had a occurred and examining my foot agreed I needed the Tetanus shot.
I make a very innocent request as he is about to give me the shot. Since I knew the shot would stiffen my arm and essentially cause pain I would take it in my left arm so my throwing arm would not be affected.
I tried to request this from the doctor but he did not wish to hear anything from me. He said "I don't give a fuck what arm you get it in." He grabbed me roughly by the right arm and used the needle like a dart and just slammed it into my arm. I had never had a problem with shots before but that REALLY hurt. I started crying. He instructed my mother "To get me the Hell out of his office."
Needless to say my mother never took any of us to see this old, miserable bastard again. She found another doctor that actually treated us like we were human. Question: who stuck the needle in the boy's arm?

Output: Doctor Brandenbury

Input: Consider Input: Yes I definitely have. It was over ten years ago now I was diagnosed as Borderline Personality Disorder but presenting with symptoms of Bi Polar Mania. I was in hospital for treatment and of course the psychiatrist wanted to medicate me until the manic phase subsided so as to better stabilize me and get the right diagnosis, etc. It is an art, Psychiatry, as far as I'm concerned. I do not have the education to elaborate on say, Pharmaceuticals or Cognitive Science (other than a few college courses on Behavioral Psychology) nor can I comprehend these fields of reference as clearly as I'd like to, but what I experienced was GETTING THE WRONG MEDICATION!! for my presenting psychological manifestations.
I was put on Seroquil; too sedating even in minute doses. Prozac. Sent me over the edge, and a complete 180 to the point where I was extremely delusional and dangerously suicidal. These mind-altering medications can be fatal. It was scary and literally ruined my life for a time
I was worse than minorly-depressed or hypo-manic (conditions much more manageable than what I previously described) for a long time when I first started a regime with Zoloft, but it did wind up being the best drug to manage my depressive state and enable me to function in a more socially adaptive manner. Then they added Lamictal, which has truly kept me stable ever since.
But yes, it is a trial and error method as far as I can tell... My Mother never wanted me to try any medication because she said "They" were using me like a guinea pig, but when the benefit outweighs the risk, they take the risk. You can't always trust medicine but if you have an experienced doctor you should trust them especially if you want to get better, whatever your ailment may be.
I have osteoarthritis, DSP, and Sciatica also, so am familiar with drugs used to treat physical health issues too but no huge issues with these medications, not like psychiatric drugs that's for sure. Question: Who added Lamictal for the patient?

Output: The psychiatrist

Input: Consider Input: I was 14 at the time.
My family and I took a family vacation to Tybee Island, Georgia.
It is a beautiful place that I would highly recommend.
I told my family that I was going to go find a port-a-pot.
So I head off by myself.
I'm in the port-a-pot, i'm in there for roughly 10 minutes. (you can assume what I was doing)
I wash my hands and get ready to leave the port-a-pot, and I tried to open the door and it was locked.
I'm claustrophobic, so I start to FREAK OUT.
I started banging on the door, running into the door with all of my weight.
Nothing was helping.
I then start crying, I thought for sure that I was going to die.
I knew it was the end, at the age of 14, locked in a port-a-pot, in 95 degree weather in the middle of a beach in Georgia.
Looking back, i'm curious as to why my family never came to look for me, I was gone for like 30 minutes.
So I'm banging on the door continuously, bawling my eyes out.
Then a man opened the door for me, from the outside.
He was about 6'3 with dreads about 12 inches long and weighed about 280 pounds.
I ran out of the port-a-pot and jumped on the guy and gave him a hug and told him that I loved him and that he saved my life.
I don't know how he managed to open the door for me, but I definitely know that my 14 year old self owes that man my life.
I'm not sure where he is in life, or what he's doing, but I hope God is blessing him abundantly.
It is definitely a funny story to tell my friends. Question: who is claustrophobic?
Output: the 14-year-old boy