Today was supposed to be psychotherapy session number two. I woke up early, drove to the session trying hard to subdue the anxiety. In the waiting room I looked on here (gotta love internet access on phones now a days) and the advice you guys all gave me) and I noted some bits down in my note book to help me through it.
I see my doctor coming through and…someone else stands up, he greets them and takes them to the therapy room. I’m baffled, I look at the girls mother and tell her that I thought my appointment was at 9am…why was she going in? Apparently her appointment was then hence he had taken her through. Off I trot to the reception and after a lot of walking around by the receptionist, lots of questions and computers being looked at….they apologise. There had been a cock up and two people had been booked in.
The woman who told me even acknowledged that I had called to confirm that I could make the appointment and apologised again but he had no more times available today. She took my number and said she would confer with him to find out when I could see him.
I feel betrayed, I’m worthless in their eyes, not important.
I know that mistakes are made and I told them that with a fake smile as I spoke to them about it but inside…inside I feel the hollowness expanding as I wait for them to call me.
Not a good way to start a therapeutic relationship I’d say…trust will now take even longer to build than it would have done, I had convinced myself to trust them and as always have been let down.
*They just called and I’m seeing them tomorrow morning at 8am….if they fuck this one up I will be seriously pissed off since I’ll have to get up far too early in order to get there*
Well now I’ve got that off my chest let me say that I saw a GP yesterday. She didn’t offer any different pain killers but she did recommend that I try and do some stretching exercises to help the muscles and signed me off for a week.
She didn’t give me any exercises but I have some from the physio, she showed me how to do them before so that may help.
Have you ever tried to do core muscle PT on the floor when you have a dog? It’s interesting and does lead to lots of doggy cuddles but not exactly good for doing the exercises! It makes it more pleasant than it usually is but not exactly easy to concentrate on keeping your muscles doing what they should! 😆
The good news for today…well the sun is shining, my daffodils are coming through in places, should hopefully start to show their little bobbing heads at some point and my Toby is a very waggy and loving the fact that the door is open for him to run in and out to play in the garden.