I’ve posted a couple times about health stuff. I finally got an mri. Unfortunately at my follow up, the mri had not been read but the doctor I was seeing unofficially told me she can see two bulging discs in my lumbar. I was at a physical medicine office, new to me, the doctor and student were amazing. I felt heard. We have a plan, we will do physical therapy until the mri is read and we can get a better plan.
Tomorrow is my first physical therapy session. I have GAD, social anxiety, all the fun stuff that makes life difficult.
So I asked my friend if they knew how long a session usually lasts as they’ve been there before. And they went into this long ass rant about not to have a man, only a woman, fire them if I don’t like them immediately. So I tell them the name of the man and that my husband is going (I don’t see this as a big deal since my husband is going). And I get another long message about how his name indicates he’s an asshat and a douche bag. And yada yada yada.
They’re making my anxiety worse and all I wanted to know was if they knew how long a fucking session was. My phone is on dnd the rest of the night while I get high with my husband who assures me it’s going to be fine.
I’ll take pet pics. Thank you for reading.
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