Me: Oooooo-kay.
So on Doctor's orders I made an appointment to see my therapist. He only slightly lectured me for not seeing him in over a year, but I really haven't felt the need. True, I have gone to see a therapist in the past, and this therapist in particular when Kirk died, but I feel like I have dealt well with life since then. Until now. And even this isn't that hard to handle, really. I mean, the only reason the man is seeing me now is because the Doctor ordered it.
So we talked for the hour. I sure didn't have to spell it out for him as to why the accident upset me. All in all it was a good session, and basically I came out of it knowing that I was already on the right track, even though I won't discuss the accident with anyone other than him and the BF, which is not totally healthy but acceptable according to the therapist.
So, feeling much better, I went back to my primary care guy...
Doctor: Everything is coming along nicely. Have you been to therapy.
Me: Yes I went on Friday.
Doctor: And has it helped.
Me: Well, yeah, it didn't hurt.
Doctor: Well that's a great sign. There's nothing in your chart. I must not have gotten the report on that yet.
Me: Ummm. I didn't realize you would get a report on that.
Doctor: No problem. I'll have the nurse call them. Did you go to Bryn Mawr Rehab, or Mainline Sports & OT?
Me: Neither. I went to see Dr. Steinberg.
Doctor: Which Physical Therapy is he with?
Me: Ummm. None.....You said therapist, so I just assumed...
And on my to do list today:
1. Find new Primary Care Physician.
2. Discuss with Therapist feelings of wanting to inflict bodily harm on Doctors who laugh at you.
