Atmosphere

I will admit to sleeping badly last night. My subconscious was not settled about the going to the psychologist today.

Errr....shiver...that's sort of sounds like a dirty word. Psychologist.

Add in the hectic morning of two clients, one of whom was two chatty for her own good and the sanity of my schedule. I was a little stressed flying into the garage with 30 mins to my appointment.

Then, I printed out the pre-forms....oh dear...12 pages! Ekkkkkk!!! Guess I should have done that homework before hand.

Note: Discuss excellence in procrastination with doctor.

I got to the office with 10 minutes to spare. Sat in the parking lot trying to fill in ask many blanks as possible. Realized after almost 8 yrs of marriage I still don't know Rich's SSN or the address of his work.

I should take a picture of the building. All salmon pink brick reminiscent of a bank with weird Greek columns and French Doors. The building itself seems conflicted in its identity, how ironic!

The waiting room has big overstuffed leather couches which is a first for me in a doctors office. The walls were sort of painted a light blue grey and depending I guess that could be soothing or gloomy.

Then I spotted it. Or rather heard it. From the floor, right by the check in window there was a ancient looking cylinder. It was emitting white noise into the room, rather loudly in fact. Too loud to make it soothing to me. All I could think about was the machine in Trents' room that emits a like noise to simulate the 'womb' atmosphere.

Tricky, Tricky these doctors are trying to regress you right from the start! Or they have a sick sense of humor about these things after so many years treating patients.