I like my psychiatrist. I like my psychologist. The psychologist immediately questioned the new meds my psychiatrist put me on. Despite my concern that my shrink was going to be at odds with my psychiatrist, I had a good session today. I’ll go into it more later, as it wore me out and I’m tired.
And it ended with my shrink saying that my session was better than any meds I could take.
Oy. Let’s not fight, ladies.