I called my psychiatrist’s emergency contact number. Within minutes, she had called me back.
“Doc, I need some help,” I said. “I have had the worst paranoia and am not sleeping these days.”
“How long has this been going on?” She asked in her heavy East Indian accent.
“Almost three days now,” I replied.
“You should have called me as soon as it started to happen!” She told me excitedly with almost a berating tone to her voice.
“I know,” I replied. “I just didn’t want to ruin your holidays with work.”
“Is your father at home?” She asked tersely. She is such a matter-of-fact lady.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied.
“I am calling him now and we will get you something that will let you rest,” She said. “Always call my emergency number if you have problems like this.”
“Thank you Doc,” I replied as I began to hang up the phone. “Thank you so much.”