Is there anything better on a cold night than a shower so hot that after a while you idly wonder if that feeling in your shoulders is actually your skin starting to blister? Okay, there are probably many things better than that but right now I can't think of any. Ahhhhhh..... felt so good....
And conversely...
Is there anything worse than dragging yourself out of bed on your day off - after a rather late night and when it's cold and rainy - to go to a counselling session only to find that your counsellor forgot to tell you that she needed to cancel today's session because she was out at a seminar? I drove up and thought, "No cars in the driveway. That's odd. Maybe her car is in for repairs... oh look, the blinds in the house are shut... and all the lights are off... hmmm..." I rang the doorbell in vain; there was no one home. A few text messages later and the mix-up was revealed - and my counsellor rang this afternoon to apologise 200 or so times and ask if I wanted to reschedule, so it's all good.
Is there anything worse than dragging yourself out of bed on your day off - after a rather late night and when it's cold and rainy - to go to a counselling session only to find that your counsellor forgot to tell you that she needed to cancel today's session because she was out at a seminar? I drove up and thought, "No cars in the driveway. That's odd. Maybe her car is in for repairs... oh look, the blinds in the house are shut... and all the lights are off... hmmm..." I rang the doorbell in vain; there was no one home. A few text messages later and the mix-up was revealed - and my counsellor rang this afternoon to apologise 200 or so times and ask if I wanted to reschedule, so it's all good.
I wasn't upset and thought it was kind of funny but I still think I should be able to get some great mileage out of it with my counsellor. Mileage, and maybe chocolate. My appointment was changed to tomorrow night, so that gives me all day tomorrow to build a great story about how abandoned I felt and how much this has hindered the healing process. Ooh, and I'll mention trust; that's sure to be worth a Freddo or two.
Awesome. Off I go to Google "how to cry on cue"...
Edit: My lovely, generous counsellor - who, coincidentally, might just be reading this... because I might have promised I would clear her name after slandering her on my blog :-) - gave me a giant-sized Caramello Koala tonight. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I emailled her and just "happened" to mention that I like Caramellos.
So, to a certain sometimes forgetful but otherwise great counsellor - I don't use names on this blog but you know who you are :
THANK YOU!
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7 comments:
Oh, the hot shower! Water restrictions here make those simple pleasures SO guilt-inducing. I still have my hot showers, but they are disappointingly short.
Ah yes... see how I avoided mentioning water restrictions in my post? It was very similar to the way I turned my back in the shower so I couldn't see the little 4-minute timer (kindly provided by the Vic government) attached to the wall of my shower. Sometimes you just need to be bad. To offset it, lately I've only been washing up once a week. :)
Ahh, hot showers. The one place in our house that is warm in the worst of the winter (apart from under the nice, warm blankets, that is.)
Hang on, your counsellor bribes you with chocolate?!?
I gotta get me into therapy!
No, she doesn't bribe me with chocolate but I'm hoping if I lay on the guilt trip effectively this week she might feel compelled to buy me chocolate.
In fact, it's more often the other way around - I bake goodies and give some to HER. What can I say? I love to bake and if I don't give some of it away I'll sit down and eat the lot in one go. (Wait - why is that a bad thing??)
I love a good hot shower!!
And when you find that link on how to cry on cue, send it to me! That is a talent I have always envied lol...
I just got out of the shower from one of those showers - it was great - now I have clean hair and smooth legs :)
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