Posted on | August 17, 2012 | 7 Comments
That one time I was wrong??
I texted my psychiatrist (because she’s awesome and gave me her cell number for just these times) and said:
This is Kim. Can you please call me when you get a chance? I’m having some problems with my anxiety level and am leaving for vacation on Sunday.
Oh, and I used my first AND last name.
Then, about 20 minutes later I got this message:
I just wanted to let you know this came to the wrong person
OMG. And then I died a little and tried to hide. So I texted Diana who was embarrassed for me.
I texted back:
Ugh. Thanks & so sorry
I wanted to scream.
Then, later I received this message from that same wrong number:
No problem just wanted to make sure you got the help you need. Have a great vacation.
And then I died a lot.
So I copied it and sent it to Diana.
Who promised me she wasn’t laughing. Which made me smile. And remember that I won’t actually be seeing this random person I’d just told about my anxiety.
So now? I’m telling all of you.