I have a headache. Second one today! AAAAAA!
I am studying to be an addiction counselor. But, I sometimes worry if I am able to be mentally healthy enough to counsel others. Old T shut me down on that one. I mentioned it and she told me not to worry about it because practicum is in 2007. But, I want to resolve this concern before then. I know that I can learn the material and be empathetic. But, can I be a good listener and know what to say to a client? My teachers seem to think I can when they see my pretend counseling sessions. But, I am such a negative thinker that I don't do well in a real crisis. I freeze up which is not what I want to do if I am dealing with a suicidal client.
I am terrible at face recognition. I discovered that my cat's vet has a dyslexic inability to distinguish her left from her right hand. She also has the face blindness thing. I have been wondering for quite a while whether or not I have a minor case of Dyslexia. My dad has a reading level around the fourth grade. I also tend to rotate letters of words and digits of numbers. I do it very little with words. But, I oddly notice that I rotate numbers if I glance quickly and try to read them. My dad has mentioned that he messes up on numbers too. Could that be dyslexia?
As for the old T, I think she failed to pre-certify. When I called the insurance company to say that I was switching mental health providers, the certification line didn't know me. AAAAAAAAAA! Apparently the benefits department doesn't seem to share information with the certify line. My new T finally called them and got 10 sessions okeyed. Yee Haw. Am I going to end up eating some bills because of the old T's failure to pre-certify? I left a message on her e-mail to pre-certify. Why didn't she seem to ever talk to my insurance? I think they heard more from me than from her. But, they don't care to hear from me. They want to talk to her. I know that the new T is getting the insurance caught up with all their nosey requests for progress notes. AAAAAA! Dear insurance, have you ever heard of the idea that I don't want you to read all sorts of crap about me? I just have a strange desire to spill my guts to someone sometimes. It seems to reduce the frequency of my headaches.
Sorry about the length. It will be interesting to see if any of you actually voluntarily subject yourself to reading this rant. But, I don't have anyone to rant to for a whole freaqin month.