(((skysblue))) I am sorry T forgot. That must have riveted thru your whole being. I get the feeling of unimportance. I mean WTF? I called T for crisis 3 times one week because I had to put my dog down. I was devastated, I loved that dog SO much. And the whole act of holding him while he died just about killed me. The following week I went to my regular t appt.
T: So, how was your week?
Me: You're kidding me right?
T: (puzzled) No, why did something bad happen?

It separated us for quite a while, but gradually I did trust him again and let my guard down. At least until his next gaffoo.