Saturday 10 December 2011

Fucking incredible

The shrink rang the other day, as arranged, to see how I felt about her suggestion of three-more-appointments-then-out-on-your-arse.

I told her what I thought about it (I kept it polite). I reminded her she was the one who'd said I needed psychodynamic therapy, and I was pursuing that. At which point, she told me about an NHS service I could self-refer to.

The question is, why did she not tell me about that six months ago, when she started trying to kick me out? Stupid fucking cow.

I didn't tell her - cos she doesn't bloody well deserve to know - that I've found a very good therapist, and I'm sticking with her.

The shrink can fucking go to hell!

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