Cured at Last…
Two psychiatrists were at a convention. As they conversed over a drink, one asked,
“What was your most difficult case?”
The other replied, “I had a patient who lived in a pure fantasy world. He believed
that an uncle in South America was going to die and leave him a fortune. All day
long he waited for a letter to arrive from an attorney. He never went out, he never
did anything, he merely sat around and waited for this fantasy letter from this
fantasy uncle. I worked with this man for eight years.”
“What was the result?”
“It was an eight-year struggle. Every day for eight years, but I finally cured him.
And then that damn letter arrived!”
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I decided to share this joke with my blog readers, as in some twisted way it relates to a recent event in my life (only I had to wait 3 years, not 8). Also a reminder that those of us in a fantasy world aren’t always wrong 😉