the last visit had made her blood boil for days.the strange little man had asked her if she had thought about hurting herself or anyone else.carol had gotten irate.i ask those questions myself to others every day , '' she had responded coldly.i dont need a psycheval , i need to sleep every night.nevertheless , the strange little doctor told her she was depressed and had notated the diagnosis in her medical chart before he would write her another prescription.fine , im depressed , carol said sarcastically , and left the office with the only thing that mattered , her pills .