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Chapter 6

I went on the Blue Cross Blue Shield website and found a list of therapists in Austin. Because she was located down the street from Texas French Bread, which had great coffee, I called to make an appointment with Jane Stafford, MA, LPC. On her answering machine, Jane’s voice was warm. She sounded like my college friend Amy’s mother, who used to send packages of homemade chocolate-chip cookies. As I left a message, I remembered how Amy was always worried about her weight so gave the treats to me. I used to nibble while I studied, cookies and Diet Coke.

While I waited for Jane to call back, I google-searched my symptoms. According to WebMD.com, it seemed I might have OCD, ADD, or generalized anxiety disorder. Perhaps it could be disassociation.

Jane called back, and I told her about my self-diagnosis. ‘Are you free next Wednesday morning, September twenty-fourth, four P.M.?’ she asked.

‘Um,’ I said, ‘yes, yes, sure.’

‘I look forward to meeting you, Lauren,’ she said.

‘Me, too,’ I said. Then I hung up and wondered why I had said Me, too, and what Jane Stafford would make of that.

Gerry finished his latest podcast an hour later, and when he came inside, I told him about my appointment. He gave me a hug and then said, ‘Put on your flip-flops. Two-for-one kebab night at Fatoosh.’