Psychology student here, just about to finish my Masters.
Basically we diagnose what may be wrong through trial and a series of tests, speaking to the patient, receiving feedback etc.
We then refer them to a GP of their choice and contact said GP with the information we have gathered.
They then prescribe an appropriate medication, like fluvoxamine for example.
Thing is, antidepressants for example are simply used as an complimentary asset for the real treatment, which is therapy and management based for the most part. You don't simply give someone pills and send them on their way.
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Editado por Tartan 118: 3/11/2015 12:21:57 PM[quote]You don't simply give someone pills and send them on their way.[/quote] Yah, I figured that would be a bit risky. So I guess the medicine isn't a resource on the therapists' side: because having limited resources is a contribution to a plot point later. I guess I can always limit the prescriptions (would the superiors do that if it risked a patient's health? Or would it not matter to them if it weren't life-threatening?), and give the office limited resources elsewhere. Here are the passages, with relevant bits bolded: [quote]“Well, that’s nice.” Vic returns from the photocopier with a small stack of sheets. “I’m not really in the mood for Smith this morning.” Kim’s eyes flick up from a mountain of paperwork. “Your amputee?” “Yup,” Vic says, elbows on the table and fingertips massaging a forehead creased with worry lines. “[b]Been complaining of phantom pains again, there are only so many meds I can prescribe.[/b]” “You’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do,” I nod with an understanding smile. “Yeah, but still,” Vic sighs, “that kind of physical condition is not an easy one to deal with. [b]Worse, I have to talk to Hayden (the carer) about administering the drugs. Kid couldn’t organise an orgy with nymphos.”[/b] I chuckle. Whilst Vic has always had a way with words, these last few years it’s been a little less subtle, and as such a little more crude. The office continues its quiet, productive buzz as the other two continue with their paperwork. I flick through my own, seeing if my suggestions and requests for Alex have come through. Of course they haven’t. I look between my closest co-workers with frustrated glances, catching Kim’s eyes. “No joy?” “Nope. Not sure how they expect me to do my job if they won’t give me what I need to -blam!-ing well do it,” I hiss. “[b]Less than half of the Parex I ordered and absolutely shit-all Oplitone! How is Alex supposed to get better if I can’t get the right medication?![/b]”[/quote] (I made up Parex and Oplitone) [quote]“That’s right,” I nod, my voice edged with exasperated sarcasm. “[b]With insufficient resources and no support from above.[/b]” Hands pressed to the paperwork, my chair scrapes behind me as I stand up, a loud, stiff grunt. “Are you gonna go talk to Frankie about it?” I glance at Kim bitterly: finally, our boss’s name. Though considering how little Kim pays attention to departmental comings and goings, and how little Frankie’s about, I’m not surprised. “No. I’ll have to be off to see Alex in a bit, don’t have the time to talk to grumpy-guts. No doubt the conversation would just meander and loop endlessly, with all the blame falling onto me again.” Kim squints, pained. “It’s happened before?” “More and more often now,” I nod. Vic wears his frown even deeper than usual. “How the hell do they put it back on you?” “[b]For focusing on the department’s shortcomings instead of trying to be positive and make do with what we have.[/b]” “What we have,” Vic presses, “is two sticks and a rock for building the The Leader’s House.” “Pretty much,” I mutter. “Think I’d rather give the sticks and rock to Alex, though… Uh, that metaphor ran out of steam.”[/quote]
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