| My Therapist looks ten years old ....
and he is a cutie ...
I took one look at hims and said - OMG my son is my therapist
he takes one lok at me sand says OMG I"m treating my MOM ...
the rest, as they say ... is history.
He pretty much only wanted to know about the topamax, and how it affected the bipolar.
He did say,
'I really DO want to hear your story, *barb* I bet it's a doozy"
and I answered,
"I have done my share of sampling on the mile long salad bar of life"
I took yet another test; we talked for a bit ... there were a good many two word sentences, you know those? then there was a knock on the door -
it was my DOCTOR - I was late for my breathing therapy treatment.
She was like - ok you two: we KNEW this was going to happen ... so he comes over to the OTHER room and how it works is ...
I call him if I need him.
*shrug*
so ... that's it.
I have a (does two finger quote thing in the air) therapist.
__________________  Knowledge is knowing that tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in fruit salad. |