Client arrived late, again. Again, again, again. I'm starting to think they're allergic to punctuality.
Spoke about their "feelings" for 45 minutes, but couldn't quite articulate what those feelings were. I had to intervene and ask them to focus.
When asked to take the client's pulse, they asked me if I had a stethoscope. I had to Google what a stethoscope is.
I'm starting to wonder if this is a prank gone wrong.
Prescribed: 30 more minutes of talking, 30 minutes of silence, and 1 bottle of whiskey.
Recommendations:
Progress Report: The Client is Still a Trainwreck Bonus Content: Client's Therapist's Secret Notes