A Miserable Day Thursday
I had a miserable Thursday afternoon, mostly thanks to Dart.
I've been a bit down since Thanksgiving. However, I can feel an unpleasant trend setting in -- isolation, dreading getting through the Christmas holiday yet again with no family, and of course just plain dreading sleet, ice and snow.
Since all this is going on, I wanted especially to talk to my therapist today to see if he had suggestions about how to combat "the holiday blues" as some people call them. (Actually, I don't think I get the off-the-rack holiday blues, but that's beside the point for the moment.)
Naturally, the bus I intended to get either went by early or never came and the one after it arrived 20 minutes late. I called my therapist once I realized that I had missed the first bus and told him that I would be coming and that I would be late. When the second bus didn't show and didn't show and didn't show, I tried calling him again to suggest that we start our session by phone and finish it in person in his office. I got voice mail, but I left the message.
The second bus came and it was crammed with people -- tending to confirm the possibility that the first bus just plain never showed up. By the time it arrived, I had been waiting for 50 minutes. Once I got one the bus, I called my therapist for the third time. Voice mail again. I asked him to please call me back and suggested again that we start our session by phone.
No return call.
When I got off of the bus, I didn't even look at my watch -- didn't want to take the time doing it. I walked as quickly as I could to his office in Wilm Hosp. Without even checking in I knocked on his door. He was in with his next patient. My appointment was from 3 to 4 and when I looked at my watch I saw that it was 3:45. He started to suggest something like maybe we can talk for a few minutes after..., and I said firmly "This is my hour -- until 4:00." He allowed as how that was true and asked the person in with him to wait until their official appt time of 4:00.
While, taking my seat, I wondered aloud why he hadn't listened to his emails, then just flew through my concerns as fast as I could. Done in record time. He suggested we talk for a few minutes tomorrow after noon -- 1:45 to 2:00. He also asked if I thought that returning to the Pathways outpatient program would be helpful. (I don't think so.) Anyway, we'll talk tomorrow if he calls.
I cried all the way up to the bus and all the way home, then promptly got a pseudo-sinus headache from the crying. I've pretty much lost it for the time being but I won't be surprised if it returns.
I've been a bit down since Thanksgiving. However, I can feel an unpleasant trend setting in -- isolation, dreading getting through the Christmas holiday yet again with no family, and of course just plain dreading sleet, ice and snow.
Since all this is going on, I wanted especially to talk to my therapist today to see if he had suggestions about how to combat "the holiday blues" as some people call them. (Actually, I don't think I get the off-the-rack holiday blues, but that's beside the point for the moment.)
Naturally, the bus I intended to get either went by early or never came and the one after it arrived 20 minutes late. I called my therapist once I realized that I had missed the first bus and told him that I would be coming and that I would be late. When the second bus didn't show and didn't show and didn't show, I tried calling him again to suggest that we start our session by phone and finish it in person in his office. I got voice mail, but I left the message.
The second bus came and it was crammed with people -- tending to confirm the possibility that the first bus just plain never showed up. By the time it arrived, I had been waiting for 50 minutes. Once I got one the bus, I called my therapist for the third time. Voice mail again. I asked him to please call me back and suggested again that we start our session by phone.
No return call.
When I got off of the bus, I didn't even look at my watch -- didn't want to take the time doing it. I walked as quickly as I could to his office in Wilm Hosp. Without even checking in I knocked on his door. He was in with his next patient. My appointment was from 3 to 4 and when I looked at my watch I saw that it was 3:45. He started to suggest something like maybe we can talk for a few minutes after..., and I said firmly "This is my hour -- until 4:00." He allowed as how that was true and asked the person in with him to wait until their official appt time of 4:00.
While, taking my seat, I wondered aloud why he hadn't listened to his emails, then just flew through my concerns as fast as I could. Done in record time. He suggested we talk for a few minutes tomorrow after noon -- 1:45 to 2:00. He also asked if I thought that returning to the Pathways outpatient program would be helpful. (I don't think so.) Anyway, we'll talk tomorrow if he calls.
I cried all the way up to the bus and all the way home, then promptly got a pseudo-sinus headache from the crying. I've pretty much lost it for the time being but I won't be surprised if it returns.