My last session was last Tuesday. The therapist seemed surprised to see me and said wasn't it C's day? I said no, because she got to come last time! She asked me what I wanted to talk about. I snitched on C for hurting my arm. I was really feeling sorry for myself that day because it was really hurting. The therapist asked if I had been to the doctor, and I said no. She asked to see it, and I was suspicious, so I asked why. She said to see how bad it looks and if I need to go to the doctor. She asked if it hurt and I said yes! And I said maybe my arm would fall off now. And that I would be really angry with C if that happened. The therapist asked if I thought it was infected. I wasn't sure because there were some blisters and I had thought I had seen some pus the previous day when my dog's tiny nail accidentally caught one of them and popped it. So I said I don't know and she came and looked at it up close and said she didn't think it was infected so far and she doesn't think my arm will fall off. So that was good. And I was glad I had snitched and didn't feel guilty at all.

Then I had the therapist listen to an excerpt from a Mary Poppins audiobook. The chapter is called "Bad Tuesday." In it, Michael Banks wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. The way he is described as feeling is how I feel a lot of the time.

The therapist saw C on Friday. Most of the session was boring, but she confronted her about hurting my arm. So that was good.