Not yet psycho
My appt for the psych eval was canceled due to bad weather. The shrink wasn’t able to make it out of her neighborhood and I didn’t want to make the hour-long drive with the crazies. So, we decided to reschedule for Wednesday.
She told me more about the appointment when we had the rescheduling conversation. Apparently, the first appt is about an hour and a half long and all paperwork. Various medical histories and questionnaires. I’m picturing ink blots and “tell me about your mother.” It will be interesting to see what it really involves.
And don’t worry, Tessie. I will totally tell you all about it.
YOU’D BETTER.
I’ve never HAD a psych eval! I’ll be eval-ing right along at home! PLEASE LET THERE BE INKBLOTS!
Oh, well, good luck this week then. I bet it will go quickly and be fine.
I think I would be half tempted to purposely mess with the therapists’ head. I probably wouldn’t do it, but maybe just think a LOT about doing it. Like saying every ink blot looks like my cat or something.
I must have very strong yet repressed navel-gazing tendencies, because I actually feel JEALOUS that you get to go write and think and talk about yourself for an hour and a half!