I feel like putting that "BLA BLA BLA" smiley up here! All I did was "bla bla bla."

Took about 45 min. His degree is in educational psych -- you know -- for the people not smart enough to get into clinical programs. Nice enough guy, I guess, but couldn't get a read on him. (You can tell my T is just a baby T, because when his emotions are strong, they're all over his face. He hasn't mastered the art of impassivity regardless of what horror stories he's hearing yet.)

There was some history-taking, and a lot of crap like "recite these numbers backward" and "what year is this" and "do you know why we're talking today" and I mean GEEZE, I already told the guy I wasn't delusional or psychotic or anything, just depressed and traumatized!

I really don't know what he was thinking -- he asked if I lived alone (yes), and can I take care of the apartment by myself. I said yes, except that I have a friend to come over and clean, because of my physical illness I'm not capable of bending and stretching yet. I have to give myself shots in the stomach every day and they cause HUGE, like 2 inch wide bruises, and it hurts to bend over or reach up. So he wrote that down as "not able to take care of self." I guess that will help my case, maybe, but geeze, it's not like I can't take out the trash or something, I just can't bend and reach!

I dunno. I have no idea what the report will end up saying. Can those of you who have been through this share your experiences with me? I'd like to hear them.

Candy