Nicole
Think about a day when I'm super stressed. Now imagine a day when I'm ready to snap at someone. Yeah. That day is today. And honestly, if it were up to me, the one I'd want to strangle would be my grad school professor. Because only he can make me want to throw my notebook at someone. And that wasn't even the worst of my problems. My day already started in that frantic rhythm that's become routine. I ran from one side to the other, attending all the patients I couldn't see yesterday, making up for lost sessions. In short, it was chaos. Total madness.
I've been toying with the idea of renting a permanent office to see patients. Organizing my schedule in a more centralized way, without running around like a chicken with its head cut off. But for now, it's not worth it. I charge a
