I had an appointment with my shrink yesterday, it was nothing serious, I see him every four months for follow ups and to make sure that my medication is still doing its thing.
My shrink is Indian, so it's sometimes hard to understand him, but he genuinely seems to care, unlike the last shrink I used to see. Yesterday he noticed that I had lost weight, which always puts me in a good mood. We even talked about the Super Bowl and how I was bummed that the Steelers lost.
With my last shrink, he was always at least 45 minutes late for appointments, even our very first one. One time I even told him that it was a waste of my time to have to sit in the waiting room that long. He didn't even apologize, but instead made it sound as if my time wasn't important. I do feel bad at the fact that he was killed in an accident a few years ago, but the truth is, he was a lousy shrink.
That's how I came to my present shrink, all of the other shrink's patients were referred to him. He used to drive here from Omaha, but now he telecommutes with his patients here. He's a lot happier and I'm sure, so is his wife. Apparently she didn't want to move to Des Moines. I can't say that I blame her. Yesterday was the first time since I've been seeing him that he was running late, but it was nowhere near the 45 minutes the other one always was.
But isn't modern technology wonderful, I mean, for the most part?
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