I have individual therapy once a week with a therapist named Kristin. I've been seeing her for over two years now, and we've covered a lot of ground work.
At the end of each session, she books me for the next week, and I pay my copay of $25. Sometimes I'll pay her with a check or cash - just to make it easy for her. Most of the time, though, she gets a debit or credit card.
Now, very briefly my copay changed to $37.18. That was only for about 6 months or so. Then it went back to $25. Again, I've been seeing her for over two years. The woman can't remember the amount. Ever. I sit on her couch and smack my forehead each time she asks me, "How much is it? $20?" She was able to remember $37.18 no problem, but to this day she cannot remember $25. Two years. Every week.
Highly educated and a specialist in eating disorders, she handed me my receipt and card back. She also took that opportunity to remind me that no one is perfect. We all have our imperfections.
She got me there. She told me to write about it. I told her I was going to blog about it.
It doesn't matter where you come from, how educated you are or how much money you have...no one is perfect. We all have our things. Maybe I should lighten up on Kristin.
Nah....
Thanks for reading.
At the end of each session, she books me for the next week, and I pay my copay of $25. Sometimes I'll pay her with a check or cash - just to make it easy for her. Most of the time, though, she gets a debit or credit card.
Now, very briefly my copay changed to $37.18. That was only for about 6 months or so. Then it went back to $25. Again, I've been seeing her for over two years. The woman can't remember the amount. Ever. I sit on her couch and smack my forehead each time she asks me, "How much is it? $20?" She was able to remember $37.18 no problem, but to this day she cannot remember $25. Two years. Every week.
Highly educated and a specialist in eating disorders, she handed me my receipt and card back. She also took that opportunity to remind me that no one is perfect. We all have our imperfections.
She got me there. She told me to write about it. I told her I was going to blog about it.
It doesn't matter where you come from, how educated you are or how much money you have...no one is perfect. We all have our things. Maybe I should lighten up on Kristin.
Nah....
Thanks for reading.
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