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May 31, 2022, 07:14 PM
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Member Since: Jul 2019
Location: Downtown Vibes, California
Posts: 15,701
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I'm unstrung. I am FU*KED. What is wrong with me, have I offended some great universal power? I HAVE to pull myself together and get the professional help I need. As if. As if. In this town, with no "real" insurance. Most of this town is focused on Mexican farm workers - which they deserve. The farm workers do work I'd die doing. It's just that most of the clinics are Spanish speaking and are immersed in that culture.
So I had an outstanding session with Dr. B. Toward the end of spilling my guts and being so honest, truthful, stupid me!!!!! I told him I'd really like to work with him and he said...
HE IS LEAVING AT THE END OF JUNE.
I felt my entire body flush red. He wants to see me for the next 4 weeks...if Mary isn't back...umm...hmm...dah, dah, dah. I don't even know what I'm supposed to do, who I'll be seeing, I'm just smashed.
Dr. B. told me that the clinic admins or whoever runs the place have no sense at all of what the behavioral health department needs, etc. This is what I've heard from the dear receptionist I so trust. She's also considering leaving because since they moved it seems all they care about is $$$$$, not patient care.
So what do I do? I guess I start online and see what I find.
No daisies for me 
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