Transcript of 5th Session between Charles Balis, M.D. and Mr. Decker Jenkins, Thursday, June 26, 1997 at 10:00 am.

Mr. Jenkins: Hello, Doctor Balis.
Dr. Balis: Well hello there, Decker. How are you feeling today?
Mr. Jenkins: About one hundred and ten percent better. Thanks for asking. But I had a couple of rough nights.
Dr. Balis: Oh? How so?
Mr. Jenkins: Well, I had a terrible cold. My sinuses were completely clogged, and my head felt like it weighed about two tons. I had a horrible time sleeping.
Dr. Balis: But have you been sleeping well otherwise? I mean when you're not sick.
Mr. Jenkins: Like a baby, Doctor. Where does that phrase come from anyway? The only babies I have ever seen have been screaming and crying like mad. They sure weren't sleeping too well.
Dr. Balis: I'm not sure where that saying came either. It's always struck me as a particularly inapposite expression, too. But I'm glad that you've been sleeping well. How is the medication working?
Mr. Jenkins: Pretty good, I guess. I mean I'm still taking it. I've sort of resigned to the fact that I'll be taking it for the rest of my life.
Dr. Balis: You're probably right about that. Does that idea scare you?
Mr. Jenkins: Well, sort of. I mean I would like to be able to go one day without taking the medication to, you know, have a clear mind for an entire day. But I know that the way my mind is set up, clear is not a word that it knows. What I mean is that even without the medication, my mind wouldn't be clear. So I might as well keep taking it and keep myself sane, rather than stop and go insane.
Dr. Balis: I think it's a good idea for you to keep taking the medication, although if you feel this one has side effects, we can look at other therapies.
Mr. Jenkins: Yeah. Well, I guess I know that it's a good idea.
Dr. Balis: Have you made it over to Karen's house yet?
Mr. Jenkins: Yeah. Mr. Knopff and I went over there Monday morning. We really didn't do too much, but Mr. Knopff found some papers that he thought should be looked at by a lawyer. I don't know why, but he gave them to his lawyer none the less.
Dr. Balis: Well, what did the lawyer have to say?
Mr. Jenkins: Not much. I got a phone call from him this morning and he wants to see me tomorrow, if at all possible. He didn't tell me what it was about. I have an appointment with him at 11:30, so I guess I'll find out then.
Dr. Balis: Well, I hope it's good news. How is work?
Mr. Jenkins: Same old, same old.
Dr. Balis: Can you elaborate?
Mr. Jenkins: What's there to elaborate on? Someone orders a drink. I make the drink. They drink the drink. They order another. I make another. They drink another. Same old, same old.
Dr. Balis: You don't seem very interested in being here today, Decker. Is there a problem?
Mr. Jenkins: No, not at all. I still have some ill feelings left over from the summer cold. Summer, do they suck. I'll have a runny nose all summer now because of this damn thing. Then I'll have to kick it in the middle of winter, so that it doesn't reoccur next summer. Pain in my ass.
Dr. Balis: You seem a little grumpy today.
Mr. Jenkins: Just tired. If it's all the same to you, Doctor, I'd just rather call it a session. Okay? Let me get out of here.
Dr. Balis: Well actually, Decker, I'd like to ask you some more questions. Is that all right?
Mr. Jenkins: Jesus H. Christ, Doctor! Would you get the fuck off my back? I said I'd rather not fucking talk.
Dr. Balis: All right, all right. Calm down, Decker...
Mr. Jenkins: Fuck you! What are you afraid of? That if I'll over-react to something, I might lose my mind and bash your head in, too? Is that what you really think of me, Doc? Well, fuck you! I don't need this shit...
Dr. Balis: Decker? Wait! Where are you going? Decker, come back!
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