Couch 202: The Grande Unicorn Frappuccino couch.

I hope it goes well, LT.

What about the duty to empathy and validating the patient's feelings?

I think it depends on what reason the story is being written. Also, after the first 3 stories were told, I think all the rest have been the same in most ways if one is talking about basic underlying person against person, person against themselves, and person against nature.
I do sometimes read novels or short stories and think it was a waste of paper. I don't think everyone has a story they need to inflict on others. I do think that writing fiction can be a way of understanding oneself even where the actual product is not interesting or well written from the outside.

What about it? I never saw such as a therapist's duty.

I think that last part is why I am going to go ahead and write it whether it's been told before or not in however many different ways - as a way to understand myself better and then just tuck it away in my box of therapy notebooks when it's done.

Yeah that (empathy, validation) is what dogs are for. Or maybe friends? Idk.

Thunderstorming right now and my kitties are all clingy and nervous so I am singing to them "My Favorite Things" from Sound of Music..... sing with me "raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens... bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens... wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings... these are a few of my favorite things..."

Thanks, Art. And thunderstorming here as well!

I don't think it is a duty. I agree those people think they are empathic and validaty - but I never found them to be and I wouldn't use the verb duty. I think the only duty I ever really expected a therapist to follow was the duty to stay back and remember they are other when playing therapist.

Watch out now--you're going to get stopdog all hot and bothered. (Julie Andrews)

Sitting outside in my yard is much better than sitting on my bed moping. I am thinking further than just the few topics that preoccupy me usually. I have been out here half an hour and I am feeling antsy

I do find J Andrews quite attractive.

My contribution to students' medical terminology education for the day: "You can remember PUR- means 'pus' by remembering that pusses purr."

Am I good or what?

Buying a noise *is* stressful, for all sorts of reasons.

I had her hairstyle when i was in grade school and i HAAAAAATED it. So i kinda hate her. Effin bangs.

Well I certainly did.

Along with baton-twirling hair.

H health drama

I need to take the trash out this week. I took the can out of the garage when I got home from work and it's sitting in the driveway. I have it all in a bag. Now all I need to do is take the bag to the can and push the can to the curb. Surely I, a grown *** woman, can manage to do that this week. I think I'll wait until it's dark though in order to avoid neighbor sightings. Next week is recycling and I need to deal with all the glass I've accumulated, but that struggle is for another day.

I didn't really have a problem with the non-performing hair. I just noticed it.

I did have a problem with her kicking me when I was down.

This is probably my favorite thing here these ten years.
I am sorry that happened

My mom is travelling to Denmark next week and wanted me to download WhatsApp I guess so she could message me while she's gone. My therapist is in my phone's contact list and he apparently uses it too. I don't even want this stupid app and now I have to see my therapist on my contact list there too? Ugh. Seriously, we've gone way longer than two weeks without communicating. Why can't she go to Europe without having immediate access?

Four hours into a 14 hour night shift and I'm already losing my mind. We only have two patients and they're basically fine so there's nothing to do. Argh.

Is she elderly? Nervous about traveling?

ETA: one of my workshop mates snapped at the a-hole workshop leader. And he actually liked her work and was encouraging about it.

She's 77. I don't detect any nervousness about travel from her. I bought her a new jacket and some packing cubes and she seems stoked about it all. She's going to visit the exchange student that her family hosted when she was in high school and who has always been treated like extended family, coming to family reunions and stuff like that. She added me to a group with others from my extended family, I'm not sure who all is on there, and I don't particularly wish to be on a group chat with everyone. After my trauma crap, relating to my family seems particularly uncomfortable, even though most of them (as far as I'm aware, but who knows, gossip) don't even know what happened.