Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Shrink

I went to see Dr. R this week. I wasn't there ten minutes before she diagnosed me with adjustment depression related to volatile work conditions and IVF, which could explain the nightmares. I am not sure how I feel about that. At first I felt that my issues couldn't be this obvious, but really, I know they are. Still, it does not change the fact that I am struggling with nightmares. But on a proactive note: the doctor gave me a few "homework" assignments that including creating supportive friendships with like minded people, like minded people who live here.

So, there is more, but those were the highlights I though were important. Now for the funny part.

I don't think I ever talked so fast and animated. My hands were flying up so high that once in a while I would look up at them thinking something was in the room, like a moth or a bat, only to find my hand acting out each and every thought. Next week, I am sitting on my hands and hopefully will remember to breath between words. Also, I laughed and joked so much that I want to turn off the comic rant and just be normal - but it wasn't in me. This women must think I am a trip.


smartygirl said...

My first visit to therapy, I cried. For a solid hour and 20 minutes (I was early, the crying started before I ever started talking). So I guess whether it is cry or laughing, you just have to get it out. It'll settle down after a few visits.

Jamie said...

Haha, you had me laughing again (at your expense, sorry). I can just picture you there talking. Glad she was able to diagnose you and I really hope things start to look up and the nightmares stop. Praying!

I hope life can only get better said...

Is it a positive? Too soon to tell I are one of the best people I know, and she must see how caring you are!! But I will admit...the hands flying made me laugh out loud.
Happy vibes and prayers