She also made a wise-crack about my financial situation.

I told her I had this fear of my wife divorcing me and taking everything, the money, and kids.

She says,

"What money? You don't have any, you're in debt." With this dirty smirk on her face.

Yes, I have debt like most Americans, but I was referring to child-care support, alimony, whatever.

She also dropped the f-bomb. That's something you'd expect from your patient, not the professional. I wasn't offended by the f-bomb itself, but it just added to the overall displeasure. I have a meeting with my T tomorrow and I'm going to tell him about it.

I will do what she has instructed, but I'm not optomistic about any of it. Of course I look tired and am drained! I have a cold!

Do you snore?
-Yes

Omg, go get the sleep apnea test! You will be cured!

Fortunately she said she would consult with my T. That's my only hope, I guess.