Someone was about shook his shoulder.
"Dear God, if I turn my back to sleep," Pat looked at him, impatience written all over her face. "I'm your boss on the phone. I am sick and tired of excuses for you. My God, if you lose your job, heaven knows what we do." He turned, and John heard his wife's high heels clattered on the wooden floor in the kitchen.
Slowly, painfully, he recovered and stood up, swaying slightly. Hefumbled in his pocket and came up with a piece of paper on which was written the phone number. Him for a cordless phone on a table and selected by hand.
"You're lucky," a cheerful voice came at the end of others. "Ms. Lomax has a twelve free. It can be done?"
John assured him that he could put his jacket and walked slowly toward the door.
"Where do you think is going?" hectoring voice of Pat assailed him.
"Out," was the laconic reply. Heheard to rattle him, his voice rising, but simply opened the front door and beat them.
Lord, he felt terrible. He reached with his psychiatrist's office and the car still in one piece, and gave its name to the lady behind the counter.
"Sit down." She smiled warmly. "I'll see if it is free." John had little chance of painful creak of a chair before she returns. "She is ready for you. In this way".
John used to help an arm of the chair, are themselvesThen the lady came into a spacious office, where a small woman and bird behind a large desk SA, rose as quickly as it came and went over to him.
"John?" They are Torah. Name, I think. We'll see a lot 'from each other. Okay? "
"Yeah, okay." John followed her into a large leather chair, he said, and sank gratefully into it. Thora took his place behind the desk.
"Good. Tell me the story and not leave anything out."
"Torah, Iwant to know why I pushed all the time and it hurts so much. I can not stay awake, which annoys my wife no end. I - "
Tora raised a hand. "Is not this beautiful?"
"'I'm afraid not. You think, I'm a slacker, and she is probably right. I do not know."
"Well, you're not." Carry on. "
"Look, I have a very good job, well paid, I like it, and I love life, but now -" He raised his hands and let them fall on their knees.
"How long have youI felt like this? "
"I do not know. Month, six weeks."
"You, boy, I have clinical depression. I will dig in the clinic today and there will be no arguments." Her hair was pulled to the neck in a tight knot behind her, and she put her head to one side so that her look even more bird. "I'll be your wife and the employer notice of the situation." John somehow knew that would not be a party to argue with her.
"Good. Why are you depressed? Three main reasons. Organic. Threemischievous little brain chemicals, serotonin, norepinephrine and cortisol. The first controls sleep, the second loves to play with your state of depression and fatigue, and the third control your anger, stress and anxiety. This monkey is in the morning rush and drop off as the day on the subject, but with you, their height is constant.
"Genetics. Do you know if someone in your family ever suffered from depression or mental illness?"
"No," Johnhe replied. "Not that I know of."
"So we can probably rule it out. Environmental Research. You say you like your job and generally enjoy life. His wife is nice, though. What is your marriage as a whole?"
"As soon filled with passion. We all rub along well, I guess."
"It's worth taking a look inside, because something, somehow, the old brain chemicals. Displeased it can be a positive reason why it can never be a reason. But that's why you suffer from depression."
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