I had a dream last night about my first visit to see this practitioner. My dream was nothing like what I imagine will truly happen. Hmmmm, sounds like my unconscious is getting ready for the visit. I love the unconscious.

Among other things in this dream, I fell asleep twice, once in her office on a couch and once in her waiting room on a bed. And she diagnosed me in a roundabout way, simply by observing my behavior, rather than actually asking me any of my symptoms. What she ended up prescribing for me was an interesting choice! Heck, I would try that.