Attitude of Dr. Valdas Kabuce
I have already read a negative review about this doctor. So I've had a lot of problems with my desire to live lately, until one day I talked to my mom and sister, and it turns out that they had the same problems as me. My mother explained to me that I needed to see a family doctor and get a referral to a psychiatrist. I was sent to the Melbourne Psychiatry and Narcology Center, registered with Valda Kabuce. Before that, my mother explained to me what she was doing when she went to the psychiatrist, what she diagnosed her, what she was told to do, listened to her, prescribed medication, told me what would happen if she used it, that for the first time while taking this medicine and what to do in general at the same time as taking the medicine. I didn't like talking to someone who hadn't had depression about this because they didn't understand it, I was hoping the doctor would understand me and explain everything to me. So on the first visit, I was registered there. I go to the office and sit in the waiting room. I didn't know what's right there - wait until the world or go inside yourself. There were a couple more people. A woman leaves from there and I think I have to go ask if I can come in because I was signed in at a certain time. I opened the door - I didn't boil it, I thought it could only be opened from the inside. I went back to sit down. Suddenly this comes out and demands; "Well, what is that we're not coming in?!". Those who waited - we saw and asked who was going. He replies, "I don't know how you signed up here. " Entrance to her. This calls as I am called, I answer and she searches your list and can't find it. It is said that, apparently, will not be with her and continues to remain silent. (And what do I have to do then? Go away and ask at the reception where I am or she can call the reception and ask where I am, even though I knew I was with her. I don't know - she's silent). Then she suddenly sees my name. She then declares that while I am on the register, I ask or cannot do otherwise, because at work I would not want such an entry to "float". This says - then maybe you don't need to be here at all? (Kooaaa?! A what then an to do, keep thinking and maybe end up yourself one day?! I tak came for help!). This then requires me to bother. I say that the post is written. She looks around and starts questioning me. (ok, that should be it). In the story, in the middle of one sentence, the phone rings her. She says she needs to lift. (What is she talking about there? About the fact that a friend / acquaintance / girlfriend has been by the sea, how long she will be, etc. ) Stop talking and say I continue. I told her everything in part, because she didn't ask for more details. At the end, she prescribes the medicine and tells her when to take it. (Didn't explain what I have, how long, or what it might be like to use them, what to do next - nothing. ) At noon in the end I told her several times, she sometimes misunderstood me or didn't hear me at all start. And in the end she said that she did not understand why women work in a job like me at all. (Koaa?! It's hard for me to tell someone how I feel - I just felt miserable / unnecessary, etc. and she still blames me?) what to do next - nothing. ) At noon in the end I told her several times, she sometimes misunderstood me or did not hear what I was saying at all. And in the end she said that she did not understand why women work in a job like me at all. (Koaa?! It's hard for me to tell someone how I feel - I just felt miserable / unnecessary, etc. and she still blames me?) what to do next - nothing. ) At noon in the end I told her several times, she sometimes misunderstood me or did not hear what I was saying at all. And in the end she said that she did not understand why women work in a job like me at all. (Koaa?! It's hard for me to tell someone how I feel - I just felt miserable / unnecessary, etc. and she still blames me?) In general, I was there for about 10 minutes. The feeling was without a little or like a conveyor belt. Enter - review - diagnose - medicine - next. I arranged a visit in less than a week. She did not answer anything meaningful to me. I think next time I'll try it harder. Next time the entrance to the office. Tell me how I felt while taking that medicine. She tells me - well, I've hit the medicine, I'll prescribe for you. (One plus, she prescribed me the right medicine on the first walk). Then I ask her what to do next. Go to a psychologist or how? These say, "Who do you need a psychologist for?" (Koaa? Do you seriously think that prescribing medication solves everything for me at once?! They may improve my mood and thinking, but they don't inadvertently solve the conclusions I came to. ) I tell her that my mother and sister went to see a psychologist. in parallel with the use of the drug. She says, "Well, I don't know, some people might be helped by pronunciation. " (Seriously, that's the attitude of a psychiatrist - who has a higher education, many years of experience -?). After all, she advised me to go to a psychotherapist,unless I have money to spend there. (Cool). Next time I will go to another psychiatrist at that institution. I would not trust her to determine how long I should take the medicine and when it should be taken and in what doses if her vsp does not listen to how I feel. Because my mother told me that she had a psychiatrist (yes a psychiatrist and not a psychologist), she was subtly questioned and told to tell about all the problems that were on her heart. And accordingly, based on her feelings, it was determined how better and in what doses to stop taking the drug, not accidentally used by Valdis Kabuce according to some naked schedule that I allow. Overall, I have a very negative attitude towards him.
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