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I become aware of some annoying noise. It’s my phone alarm. Why did I set it? I wonder lazily, opening an eyelid.
Then I remember. I wanted to make it to my appointment. All of a sudden, the whole thing seems like a drag, and I try to go back to sleep. I rarely, if ever, keep my appointments with my shrink, so why rock the boat? It’s not like I need to express my feelings and get in touch with my emotions. What possessed me to even think about going?
But as some of the ideas why I should see her begin buzzing in my head, sleep eludes me. After a few minutes of just lying there, I grudgingly get up.
I order room service and check my phone. I have five missed calls from Sara and one from Lucy, so I call both of them back.
Yes, I’m doing better. No, it doesn’t hurt anymore—at least no
