Friday, June 6, 2008 -- Update   I am feeling much better this afternoon than I did during the morning. The session with my social worker went quite well. We talked about how anger can affect the pain I am having, and how the pain can affect anger. Then he described to me how the combination of the two of them might cause me to have more depression. It was a very informative session.   We talked about the pain I have been having, and the possible remedies for it. They range from continuing the physical therapy, getting more intensive and diverse therapy, and as a last resort, surgery. I said that I was okay with everything except the surgery. He said that he understood why I felt that way.   I told him that I had an issue that I needed to talk with him about, possibly during our next session. He asked me what it was about, and I told him that I had developed some type of fear of leaving my apartment and going places. He said that was called "agoraphobia."   He agreed with me that it was an important issue in my life, and that I needed to work on it, especially during the summer when I am able to get out of my apartment and go places. I said that I was afraid of being stuck in the middle of nowhere. He said that I should consider getting a cell phone. I said that I had been working on that for more than a year, but had not yet made any firm decision.   He said that he would probably want me to bring my sister with me for a session early in July. I said before I did that, I wanted to have some ideas about what he intended for us to talk about. He said he needed my brother and sister to understand that a lot of my depression has been caused by my relationship -- or lack of it -- with them. He also said that he would meet with my brother later.   Prior to our session, while I was sitting in the waiting room, I suddenly heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw that it was my former therapist (Lucy). She wanted to know how I was doing, and I said that I thought I was doing better than I had been. She seemed honestly pleased by this. Although we had problems when she was my therapist, I had always liked her for trying to help me. I just had a good feeling today when she took the time to say something to me on her way down the hall. It is hard for me to explain my feelings, but it made me feel good to believe that she actually cared about me.   My next session with the social worker is on June 23. I really hope I do not have any large problems before then.