So, I made that all important phone call to p-doc today to cancel my next appointment – and every appointment thereafter.
His (very condescending and rather snarky) receptionist said, “Do you want to reschedule?” Umm, no, but thanks anyway. 🙂
I said, “I’d like to speak to p-doc so that I can tell him to shove his therapy where the sun don’t shine… and talk about the report he’s writing for my GP.”
Of course I didn’t actually say that, but I felt like it. The receptionist said p-doc wasn’t available. Of course not. Funny, he suddenly became available about 5 minutes later…
I told him I didn’t think it was going to work and I had cancelled my appointment. He didn’t give a toss – I guess that’s the therapist’s way. I was shaking like a leaf, but did everything I could do hide that (I’m usually pretty good at that, on the phone anyway).
I asked about the letter to my GP.
P-doc said “Yes, well, I’ll need to finish that. I’d like to go through it with you.”
Me: “I’d be happy to look at your draft if you email it to me.”
P-doc: “No, I’m not prepared to do that. I’d prefer it if you’d come in.”
Me: Ha ha ha.
Not on your life, sonny.
When hell freezes over.
When the sun rises from the west.
When there’s two Thursdays in a week.
When chicken have teeth.
When pigs fly.
Me: “I can’t do that. I guess you’ll have to finish it and send it to my GP.”
I can’t tell you how liberating this was. I felt so incredibly powerful. I think it’s just about the first time in my life that I’ve stood up to anyone like this. Wow. It feels great! 😀
I’m sure p-doc is sitting in his ugly green faux-leather chair dismissing me as being “resistant” (my therapist said he would probably wipe me off that way). But, you know what? I don’t care! Not one little bit.