My therapist told me she's never met anyone with so many problems

My therapist told me she’s never met somebody with so many problems. She’s been a therapist for twenty years. She’s probably been in therapy for ten.
She at least, does not try to psychoanalyze me. I don’t like being openly psychoanalyzed.
That’s my territory. I do a psychological summaries on the people I meet.
One Dr. walked into my room, just looking all around, noticing I rearranged the furniture, everything has a space. Mumbling under his breath.
“Just what exactly are you insinuating?” I wanted to ask, but I knew. It all sounded like meticulous, type A, organized control freak summarization. At times, all these traits can be me. At other times, they are not.
I think that is why woman like Sex and the City and Desperate Housewives, we can all possess the characteristic traits of each of those woman at anytime. We see a piece ourselves reflected on the TV screen. We can relate.
The nurse came in to scan my arm band this morning and verify my identity. After a little song and dance she says, flustered, “I don’t see any labs for you.”
I say, “oh I’ve had them drawn all ready.” She informed me I was supposed to tell her that.
Sorry, my bad, my mind reading ability must be a little askew with all this chemo.
They should bring Kelly back to me. I’d like to make her my personal nurse, because I like her. She makes me happy.
Last evening the VNA called while Xander was screaming around the room. I asked the nurse to please speak up since I couldn’t hear him. He informed me that he was speaking up. Whoa, wait a second buddy. I won’t need your services or your hostility around me today.
I’m not inviting creepy-mc-creepster up to my room.
I do have to take into account that today is a Monday. And it’s a special Monday, it’s the Monday after the Sox got beat out of the ACLS. This is going to be one rough morning.