As if I haven’t felt anxious and depressed enough lately, Tom called me at work to tell me that we received a bill for my 3/19 surgical consult. Now that our insurance has changed and we owe 100% of office visits, this 10 minute appointment now costs us $225.00. Although I try to reassure myself that I’ll recoup this in a week by eating less, I must admit that the thought of so many out-of-pocket expenses (especially now that I have another consult next week, etc.) is adding to my fragile mental state. I find myself angry, preoccupied and grousing to co-workers at my job -not exactly the attributes one would want in a compassionate psychotherapist.
And, what’s with the lady at the Center who I left a message for on Monday who never called me back?! I think the way that this, combined with other staff attitudes, worries me that I may not be in good hands, adds insidiously to my sense of distrust and anxiety, and fuels uncertainties about this whole thing. As if the surgery itself wasn’t enough!













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