Doctor's Visits

I recently started going to a new Doctor. It had been about two years since I'd last been to one, (my last is still in prison). So I was a little leary about seeing another one. Not saying that every doctor is a snake, but seeing as my Orthodontist also went to jail for a crime of the same variety the same year, I wasn't very trusting.
I go in, we exchange pleasantries, the subject gets to what I'm studying in class. I should know better by now, I really should. Because answering that question instantly transforms the questioner into a theologeon. One who has all the knowledge of Elijah, yet the wisdom of Solomon all rolled up into a self worshiping life of sin. And honestly its not fair for me to transform someone's life in that way. It breaks your heart that so many people would try to define God in their own way, when the truth about our Creator is far more wonderful and takes far longer to learn then anything we can create. Perhaps it's easier to "see God, in your own special way" no guilt if you dont think you should. It's not sin if it makes you feel good. Either way it just goes to show you that the more lost people know, the more they love themselves, therefore the less you can possibly be able to tell them.
I am there for two minutes and before I know it the man pulls out his perscription pad and writes me, no not meds for bronchitus, no not for headaches, but books on psychological disorders. I'm then treated to his father's, the mighty lutheren pastor that gave up, life story. And how his life was full of people wanting to take advantage of him. Then the good doc claimed the same testimony for himself, people with personality disorders trying to talk him into things he is uncomfortable with. Alright maybe the guy was harboring some resentment towards these people that made his daddy cry at night.
But he did the same thing to me today when I went in for a follow up and some blood work. The same books mentioned, heroic tales of how his father overthrew the crazed people that tried to overthrow him. And then they poked me with needles.
If I beleived in pyschological disorders, and didnt have one going in. I'd have one now. Is he saying that I have one? Is that secret file with my name on it showing signs of drug seeking behavior? (doubtful) But what is it that makes him so readily talk about psych disorders with me? I understand the concepts, but I deffinately dont think he's asking for advice.
Honestly it makes me want to climb into a copy of Adams christian counseling manual and take a long look at myself, or my doctor's. Maybe next appointment I'll recomend that book, or better yet, I'll study up on derigibles or yellow throated new england warblers, and suggest he read pointless books on them. Atleast then we'll be on the same pointless page.
Should your doctor make you feel crazy?