Oh, man, Tom, I'm so sorry. That's so not at all your fault and hard to deal with.
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Therapists should have backups available. If my journals couldn't go two days without someone taking care of them, neither should a human being in distress.
My beloved cat Leo is very ill. Tomorrow I will finally find out, after three days at different veterinary offices and several different kinds of tests, if he has leukemia or what the hell is causing his severe anemia. I am thankful that I didn't cancel the pet insurance after I lost my job, because this has already gone over a thousand dollars. He's only 12 years old. Oh cat, why'd you have to get sick?
Oh Zen, I am sorry about Leo. Breathing a sigh of relief on the insurance. I hope you have a better prognosis than expected.
And yes, good grief, therapists should have someone covering them. Also, they should communicate better!!
Tom, all your reactions to your therapist sound totally normal to me. Yay that he didn't die, but what a clusterfuck regardless!
((Zen)) may all the cat-ma be yours.
Tons of cat~ma, Zen.
Cat~ma, Zen.
Tons of cat~ma, Zen!
Zen, all the cat~ma to your Leo.