10/27/2025
A true story on Divine Intervention:
BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. on the door.
We all three nearly jumped out of our skin.
A frantic voice called out, “Hello? Hello?? I need a psychiatrist! Is there a psychiatrist here?”
Renee stood up immediately. I turned to my friend, Mihya, whose eyes were as wide as mine felt. The woman who had stormed in had her Medicaid provider on speakerphone. She was standing in the hallway, saying she was in pain, still asking for a psychiatrist.
Renee walked out and tried to get information as quickly as she could.
“Is there an emergency?”
“No, I’m in pain, and I saw wellness on the sign outside. I thought maybe there was a psychiatrist in here who could help me talk to my insurance about my psych meds.”
Hearing no emergency was enough for Mihya and me to exhale and stop bracing for a crisis.
If you know me, you already know what happened next. I heard I’m in pain, and my ears perked up. I walked out into the hallway and asked the same question I ask everyone:
“Are you in pain now?”
“Oh, every day of my life.”
“What’s your pain level right now, zero to ten? Ten is please shoot me.”
“About an eight.”
I turned to Renee without hesitation. “Renee, can we please borrow your table?”
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