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Therapy

I’ve just read a moving blog about counselling, which reminded me that I have had lots of counselling but I think I end up talking too much and making friends with the counsellor!
If he/ she smiles, grins, makes a personal comment about themselves, I’ll talk! . But if they sniff have boxes of tissues at the ready or look sad, I refuse to talk!
I’m a nightmare client.
My best counsellors have ended up becoming friends. Now I think about it, Patsie was originally our family group counsellor. That professional relationship lasted all of 2 months before she decided we were OK and could she meet me for lunch instead?
Indeed more recently my pain management psychotherapist near home, welcomed me to our first session with no tissues, no sniffing and a story about how SHE became qualified. She also lent me a relaxation music mp3. The second session she asked if I’d found it helpful. Marvellous, I said. After 5 minutes I can’t sit still so I left it playing while I took the dogs out for a walk. She decided we needed to find slightly different strategies for my pain management!
In fact we meet for coffee chat and plan a book we promised to write.

There is a theory that social media is addictive. There is another theory that the moment you tweet a comment it is trolled and you must take care. My 84 year old mother is trolling me on twitter! Seriously, anything I “like” or “retweet” there she pop with a comment.

I’ve just seen her congratulate a surgeon on his slides at a conference. She’s also congratulated another on the venue choice of the next conference. I think she did not realise endourology was maybe not the topic she thought it was.! As for her views on Boris, Meghen and Trump… I think MI5, CIA and MI6 must have her on their radar.
Thankfully we do not have the same surname..!
Full of antibiotics, steroids, painkillers. Coughing
and swelling up like a balloon, I managed a quick flit to Yellow Cardies HQ. Wow was that fun. Chatter. Walks. Cards. Therapy. YUSS.