Breach of Confidentiality

Well folks, I'm literally still recovering from the much anticipated New Year's weekend that ended up being SIGNIFICANTLY WORSE than my Christmas break (didn't think it was possible, but know I know it is). 2009 really beat me to the ground all the way to the end, then the beginning of 2010 thought I still needed a beating. I'm slowly recovering and (and hence haven't been blogging) will delve into the details of my NYE on another post, but for now I'll leave with a little scintillating detail to keep you interested: I still haven't gone back to work yet and won't until at least Monday - it was that bad.

Now, onto what I want to talk about now. Individual therapy should be private and confidential, no? Meaning, when I see Dr. K, it's just her and me in the room. Two people. That's it. Or that's how it's supposed to be...

Not last week though. I was seeing Dr. K for the first time since the Christmas St. Lucia disaster so I was explaining to her what happened when all of a sudden I caught sight of something bolting from behind Dr. K's chair in into the corner. It was really unexpected and really fast, so I wasn't quite sure what I saw but I did know two things:

1. It was mammal-ish and significant in size (we're not talking tiny bugs or anything here)

2. I knew it was not my imagination.

So I stopped mid sentence and told her what I saw and went to further investigate. I got back to the corner and discovered that it was a mammoth sized mouse with a really icky long tail. Now, Dr. K is usually very reserved and restrained, but when I told her it was definitely a mouse, she yelped and broke down and said, "I don't know if I can do this, Kara...." I almost laughed - this couldn't have been better if it was planned! To know a therapist's weakness is always a prize to be found, though often illusive. Now I don't know what I'm going to do now with this information, but I'm sure knowing that your therapist is mouse-a-phobic may come in handy one day.... maybe? maybe?

Thank goodness I was just talking about American Airlines being douchebags and not the inner workings of my mangled heart when the third party arrived - confidentiality was definitely breached. Red Alert!

Final Question: How the hezzel did a mouse get up to the 13th floor of an office building????

Stay tuned for a post about my sucktastic New Year's weekend, if anything else, it will boost your self-esteem.