That one time I was wrong??
Yeah.
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.
You're welcome.
Oh no! OOPS! I hope you did get in touch with the correct person, got everything settled in time for vacation AND had a great time!
ReplyDeleteAlso, I hope this post means you're laughing about the incident in hind-sight :)
It's precisely for that reason that, whenever I get a new person's phone number, I text them right away, just to make sure everything was right in the setup.
ReplyDeleteHoping you managed to get a hold of your shrink.
At least the person was nice about it, instead of being a total jerk - or not replying - leaving you waiting!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Momma. That person was a mench.
ReplyDeleteUmm... yeah. I would have died a little too. My best story like this was emailing a brand new co-worker that I loved him thinking I was sending it to the hubs. Thankfully the message was g-rated ;)
ReplyDeleteThankfully it was g-rated!! LOL.
ReplyDeleteIt's kind of awesome you can text your psych. But also awesome that you texted someone nice enough to care.
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