You guys are pretty split on Rob's new hair. Me? He's handsome no matter what. But I'm still mourning his '08 hair and originalwards bouffant.
I inwardly curse myself.
Dr. Black has been trying to get a hold of me since I left treatment.
I've ignored him so far.
His phone calls became less frequent, so I thought he had given up on me.
Of course he'd call today though.
I never should have doubted.
"Isabella, I've been trying to get in touch with your for months now."
"I've been...busy," I lie. "Every time I thought of calling you back, it was after hours."
"You know that you can call whenever. So I don't buy that for a second." Dr. Black sounds so angry. I guess I would be too, if I was in his position.
"Okay."
"You never made it to any of our therapy sessions. Your Lexapro prescription is about to run out, I need to meet with you in order to authorize refills. Have you been taking it as prescribed?"
"Of course," I lie again. I'm feeling like a huge failure. I don't need this today.
Dr. Black sighs deeply, then is silent. "Isabella, we agreed that you would take your medicine as prescribed and that you would meet with me weekly."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize to me, Isabella. The only one you're hurting here is yourself. Now, I know that today is the anniversary of your mothers passing. Do you want to talk about it? I have an opening at four. I'd appreciate it if you were to come."
I'm silent. Warring between what I want to do and what I should do.
Maybe this is what I need.
Maybe it will help me clear my head.
"Yeah, okay. Four should be good."
So she's going to go! Or is she? Her day has certainly been...interesting so far.
See you tomorrow!