Piaf...well, she doesn’t actually look like Edith Piaf anymore, because her website picture is clearly 15+ years out of date. She now looks more like a myopic nun wearing an ugly Christmas sweater. If I wanted the total opposite of Info, I’ve found it in Piaf.

Soon as we’re in her office, she hands me a folder with a list of emergency numbers, her business card, including a quote from Shakespeare (Hamlet, even!), a pen, and a legal pad. In case I want to take notes. Because “I like to be practical.” (She said this several times during the session.)

She had the presence of mind without being asked to turn off her white noise machine so I could hear. She has a faint accent, but I can deal with it.

To my embarrassment I started crying when I told her about the surgery when the ventilator broke. So apparently that’s still an issue. Especially since I didn’t cry at anything else.

Then there was this exchange, which made me laugh:

Piaf: But now things are starting to get better.
ATAT: One would hope.
Piaf: Well, yes, one would, wouldn’t one?

Anyway. I have another appointment in two weeks.