Thankfully the man was gone by the time I had returned to the office to face the music, although I didnt know the tune which was playing. In his most stoic voice and wearing his playoff game face, my boss simply asked me, What the ever-loving ***** were you thinking you moron? And before I could open my mouth to replay he started laughing then handed me Dr. Repps card with the day, date, and time of my next appointment.

(FINE, LETS JUST TRY THE TRUTH ONCE AGAIN. THAT SMACKIN MY FACE INTO THE POLE THING WAS TRUE BUT SOUNDED JUST WAY TOO RIDICULOUS TO BE REAL EVEN THO IT WAS. FINE, JUST TRY THE TRUTH AGAIN AND SEE WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE).

I hate to tell ya Doc, but I didnt get all beat up and my eye scratched by writing little funnies on the wall of an elevator. I am distraught, distracted and down right depressed about the show this year . .some of the story lines and the way some of them were just dismissed without more development, the way Tina has been treating Bette, the lack of *****-like ***** especially between Carmen and Shane and between Bette and half the free world. Its the truth Doc, I am miserable thanks to L.

I managed to find the pillow the good doctor had removed from my head and once again place it over my eyes and mouth. I couldnt imagine this session making me feel any worse than the show was making me feel.

I really need to chat about Tonyas unceremonious dismissal even though her exit was kinda sorta funny. I really wanted her to make trouble for Dana, to make me feel uncomfortable because Dana was being so nave. I love feeling uncomfortable about characters and plots – it makes for good drama.

I wanted to discuss Bettes role as caregiver because that was something that hit close to home as I took my mother out of her assisted living facility when her cancer was inoperable and brought her home with me. I wanted to know why Bette didnt fall just a little deeper into acts of self-loathing before she cleansed herself and made the commitment to change. I liked her being promiscuous – that ***** is ***** hot when she is sleeping around.

I even wanted to talk about some of the Fan Fic stories . . I needed to talk about everything L . . . I didnt want to talk about me, my deceptive behavior, my bonehead actions or my seemingly self-inflicted injuries. I needed to lead the good doctor straight to L.

I couldnt imagine this session making me feel any worse until my gorgeous, ***** hot brain picking shrink began to talk.

To be honest Beach I am a little concerned about all the injuries you have been amassing lately. I should send you down to the ER at County General when you leave here just to get a little once over. I shouldnt be telling you this but my sister is an intern over there and I am sure I could get her to check you out.

Dr. Repp reached into her desk drawer, pulled out a business card, walked over to the couch, lifted the pillow and handed it to me.

She volunteers at the Aids Clinic whenever she has some free time. This is their card but her name is down in the corner. I will give her a call and you should stop by on the way home.

I couldnt imagine the session making me feel any worse until I read the name on the card . . . .DR. GABARIELLE GOODWIN . . .

(MOTHER ***** ME NOW AND DONT STOP UNTIL I AM DEAD OR IN HEAVEN . . . MY HOT HOT HOT ER INTERN WAS THE SISTER OF MY SHRINK . IF I DIDNT HAVE ISSUES BEFORE . . . .I MOST CERTAINLY WOULD NOW)

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