****TINY STUPID UPDATE, BOTTOM OF PAGE 6******UPDATE IN REPLIES**** Send me strength tomorrow morning ladies!
If you can't visualize what this will look like, here goes: the therapist can't speak directly to me, nor I to him (no word on whether I may invite him into the house or offer him coffee! I may just stand mute in the doorway! Ha!) DH and the therapist may speak freely and I can sit there. If I have a question, I can ask DH, who must repeat it to the therapist verbatim in order to have it answered. All of this will occur in our living room with two toddlers running amok just to add some added fun and flavor!
I have had six migraines in the last nine days over this insanity.