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[DOCTOR AMY BUCKLAND] AUGUST 15TH, 1997
I KNOW I COULD HAVE DONE MORE, REALLY. THAT'S WHAT I KNOW. PATIENT'S CONDITION WORSENED BUT THE MOTHER VISITED LESS. SHE WAS MORE SUSPICIOUS TOO, NOW THAT I THINK OF IT. APPARENTLY SHE HANDED OFF HER BABY TO ONE OF THE OTHER CHILDREN. WE DIDN'T SEE THE BABY AGAIN. RIGHT BEFORE IT HAPPENED, PATIENT SHOWED LETHARGY AND TIREDNESS. USUALLY THE PATIENT WAS MUCH MORE ENERGETIC---THEY WERE QUIET AND POLITE, BUT BY NO MEANS DID THEY WANT TO STAY STILL. IT WAS STRANGE.
NO STRANGER THAN THE CURRENT SITUATION I SUPPOSE. THE PRACTICE IS NOW VOID, CONSIDERING WHAT HAPPENED, SO NOW I'M ON THE ROAD. I'M REALLY A SMALL TOWN DOCTOR AND I DON'T NEED A LOT, SO IT'S NOT THAT MUCH FOR ME TO PACK UP MY THINGS AND LEAVE. I'M SELLING MY HOUSE, I THINK. I DON'T WANT TO STAY HERE.
I WILL NOTE THAT THE KIDNAPPERS DID NOT TAKE ANY OF THE PATIENT'S MEDICATION WITH THEM. THESE AREN'T THE KINDS OF DRUGS YOU CAN JUST GO COLD TURKEY FROM. IT COULD KILL THE PATIENT IF THEY DON'T WEAN THEM OFF PROPERLY, AND EVEN THEN, I DIDN'T PRESCRIBE THEM FOR NOTHING. ANTI-PSYCHOSIS MEDICATION IS, NEEDLESS TO SAY, VERY SERIOUS STUFF. "THE GOOD STUFF," PHILLIPS SAID ONCE, I THINK.
I'M ALMOST DONE PACKING.