This week I had my quarterly visit with my psychiatrist. I realized I had very little to talk about in therapy as my life has been going relatively smoothly. No lightening bolts have hit, no lotteries won; you get the picture. Really how is it that a 15 minute time slot can really be operationalized into more than just a med check?
I brushed over work issues and the politics involved to which he responded, "Your job is too emotional." I think he realized I was stonewalling so he began to ask about what my boyfriend was up to and how the relationship was going. I simply mentioned that he was on the palliative care consulting service this month for his rotation. His face contorted like he had sucked on a lemon. So much for the blank page theory of Dr. Freud. I reassured him that actually my boyfriend was finding enjoyment in his work this month and he also really enjoyed working on the hemetology/oncology service as well. At that point in time he hit me with this social commentary:
"You guys are a match made in heaven. Both of you are drawn to situations that are truly utterly hopeless."
I couldn't help but laugh.
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