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jcollie719) wrote2020-11-10 06:26 pm
jcollie719) wrote2020-11-10 06:26 pm
Entry tags:
- anxiety,
- cats,
- depression,
- food,
- therapy
Feeling good again
I had my first session with a new therapist today. His office is at the same address as a previous therapist who retired around 2014. The old therapist's name is actually still on the sign outside the building. I gave the new therapist a bit of my back story, including suffering from anxiety, depression and PTSD. Either the therapist or his receptionist has a cat who let me pet it while I was waiting in the reception area. The therapist invited me to a Zoom call at 7:00 tonight.
I had heard about the Raising Cane's Chicken Fingers restaurant before it opened locations in Colorado. Their drive-thru employees always greet you with a short poem, usually "Yo yo yo, want some chicken to go?" or "Chicken chicken chicken, which combo are you pickin'?" One poem which made me cringe a bit (I only heard it once) was "Hey, dude. Want some food? Our chicken combos are really gewwwd!"
I had heard about the Raising Cane's Chicken Fingers restaurant before it opened locations in Colorado. Their drive-thru employees always greet you with a short poem, usually "Yo yo yo, want some chicken to go?" or "Chicken chicken chicken, which combo are you pickin'?" One poem which made me cringe a bit (I only heard it once) was "Hey, dude. Want some food? Our chicken combos are really gewwwd!"