200, I asked the stars in the sky, why did you disappear for a long time (I)

Dongfang had long wanted to know if the golden full moon that lived in Xiang Yao's heart was really her. She is the one he likes!

They all said he was sick, he admitted, but it wasn't that serious, he was a little bit of an awkward mess with the world at best.

On the front of the hospital is written - Mental Health Center. After registering and queuing up for treatment, the door of the clinic was already crowded with patients, and he couldn't find a seat, so he had to stand in the corner. Very close to him, a woman said something like "stop looking at your phone" to her man, and the man suddenly broke down and cried with a "wow", pulled his hair and roared, he was so emotional that his voice was broken.

Dongfang turned and went to the hallway to take a breath. A boy, who appeared to be underage, was banging his head against the wall, and the sound of his head banging on the wall could be heard far away. The boy's father hurriedly stopped the boy and explained to the nurse who had arrived. The nurse whispered to the boy for a while, and only then did he calm down a little, and the onlookers began to squirm and disperse.

The progress of seeing a doctor was very slow, so he had to pick a place to stand and wait.

When it was my turn, Dr. Hu asked him, "What's the situation?" Dr. Hu's face was a little square, and the glasses he wore were square.

"I haven't slept for a month. ”

Dr. Hu then asked, "How many hours of sleep a day now?"

"I can only sleep for more than an hour, and as soon as I fall asleep, I will suddenly wake up, and people will bounce up on their own. ”

"How long has it been going on?" he continued.

"It seems like a few months. ”

"What's happened recently?" said Dr. Hu, speaking very calmly.

That's not a good question to answer. Dongfang remembers that for a long time, he was running at night, circling the Suzhou Creek. At first, he could only run 3.5 kilometers, slowly moved to 5 kilometers, and then he was able to run almost 10 kilometers. When he runs, he straps an old-fashioned Panasonic MP3 to his arm and plays some of his favorite songs.

Dr. Hu didn't seem to be satisfied with his answer, so instead of asking any further questions, he asked a young intern next to him to take me to a small room next door to the office and ask him to take a test questionnaire. There are a number of multiple-choice and question-and-answer questions on the questionnaire, which mainly focus on sleep, anxiety or doubt about what kind of things you usually have, and whether you are unsociable at work.

Halfway through, Dongfang's head rises, and there is a feeling of anger, because sometimes when you answer it, you will find that this question has already been answered in the first question, but it will appear again in the 18th question, but in a different way. In other words, when the first question is asked, it is asked in the opposite direction, and when it comes to the 18th question, it is clearly asked by the person who asked the question to see if there is any contradiction between my answer and the previous answer.

But he quickly stopped being angry, and from the doctor's point of view, this way he could judge as soon as possible whether the patient's spirit was hygienic or not, right?

Opposite the table where he was answering questions, a storage cabinet stood against the wall, and through the glass cabinet door, you could see stacks of medical record cards sandwiched in iron clips, each with a number, arranged in a messy and layered manner. I think that there are so many mentally unhygienic people in this world, and if his medical record card is stuffed into it, he becomes one of them, and he becomes one of them, and they become one of the numbers, and they inexplicably and naturally form an organization, like a mutual aid society, and they should choose a leader from it, the Pope or something, who is estimated to be the most mentally unhygienic of our group.

He can use software such as Photoshop to design a logo for the organization, and we can even ask a professional advertising agency to design a complete set of CIS for the organization, that is, the corporate identity system, which can standardize the etiquette and dress of the members, and allow the Pope to supervise and manage us in an organized and systematic manner.

In terms of visual identity, we can transform abstract things such as the organization's philosophy, cultural characteristics, and service content into concrete symbols to create a unique organizational image. In other words, as long as he handed out the business card, people could feel that the person who was about to cooperate with them was a mentally unhygienic person, and that there was an organization behind it that defended my right to remain unhygienic forever through the font, color, and gram size of paper used on the business card, as well as the tone of my voice and the gesture of shaking hands. And before that, the organization must first have a name, perhaps "600 Wanping South Road".

After answering the questionnaire, Dr. Hu asked him, "Have you ever had suicidal thoughts?" and he wrapped up the word "suicide." Dongfang said, "Not really. I felt like I was covered by a glass cover every day, my ears were 'buzzing', my heart was always painful, my hands were shaking, and I couldn't hold things steadily. ”

"If you can choose to come to the doctor, the first step is to do it right." These symptoms are typical. But it's okay, take the medicine for two weeks, and the symptoms will be better. But it's a little uncomfortable to just start eating, so it's good to get through it. He spoke very lightly, as if he had eaten it himself.

There are also many symptoms that he did not describe to Dr. Hu, such as sometimes walking on the road, suddenly he feels that he has stopped, time, consciousness, and breathing have all stopped, and only traffic comes and goes; for example, every night, when he lies down, his eyes keep staring at the gap in the middle of the curtain, and he can't do it if he doesn't want to stare at it, his brain doesn't listen to the call, and the sky will be bright; for example, sometimes he doesn't know himself well when he looks in the mirror, and he feels that he is not there—"here", I am with "here" It doesn't seem to have anything to do with it, not even the world. Only in the shower, the hot water poured on my back, as if there was a light coming in, I was very happy, I felt that I was better, but after a while, my eyes rubbed and blinked, and the glass cover pressed back again.

But in the face of Dr. Hu, he suddenly didn't want to speak, and it was difficult to say any more words.

The plastic bag contained the medicine prescribed by Dr. Hu - the box said "Baishike", Dongfang wanted to buy a bottle of water, he should take the medicine as soon as possible, he needed to sleep. Because the indoor air conditioner in the hospital was too cold, after walking out of the outpatient building, I obviously felt that the temperature had risen a lot.

Dongfang bought water at the newsstand and swallowed a pill of Baishico. When he raised his eyes, he found that Xiang Yao was walking towards him, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. Dongfang asked her, why are you here. She handed me one of the cups and said, didn't she say that you would go home and cook today, I'll pick you up, and the dishes are all bought. You have to hurry up, park on the side of the road, and beware of being ticketed if you don't go.

Dongfang had previously started a business and developed a social app, but after the company got on the right track, it became more and more busy, and basically had no time to cook at home. He often complained to Xiang Yao that he felt like he was trapped in Shanghai, not free at all, and one day I sold all my shares and didn't do anything, so I cooked at home every day and wrote poems to pass the time, got a public account, gave it a name, and called it "read poetry and then sleep".