Tomorrow, I meet HER

This morning, I get the call. You know, the call I've been waiting on for two weeks. It's my assigned psychotherapist from the UM Psychological Services Center, Miriam.

She's very friendly, and gives me my choice of appointment times on Tuesday or Thursday. I choose Tuesday (tomorrow), believing that the less time I have to panic, the less likely I am to back out altogether. I confirm the time and hang up the phone.

And, then, the legwork begins. Who is this Miriam? What can I find out about her? I set my timer for 10 minutes and get to work. An e-mail address, then another. A stack of photos (that's probably the best of the lot). Information from her undergraduate days; previous research and poster presentations.

She seems nice over the phone. Of course, when I looked at the photo, I immediately thought she was way too young to be treating me. But then I realized: (a.) Paul's also a Ph.D. candidate, and I find him highly competent; (b.) Tyler's finished med school and been in psychiatry practice two years and he's like 27; (c.) they wouldn't let her do this if she was an idiot.

I am slightly concerned that the majority of her research is in child psych issues, with a smattering of sleep treatment thrown in for good measure. In any case, I will be taking Schleppy, my "going to the doctor bear," with me for comfort. (See below.) ^_^




Now, truth be told, I had a much more interesting topic I wanted to write about today. But I've got plenty on my mind (work, book, appointment), so it's going to have to wait. Sigh.