Psychologist, We Have To Talk

I am talking with my shrink after work today/Thursday.  It's been over a month since I last spoke to him, so before my trip to Hawai'i, so I have plenty to talk to him about, most notably the time My Fucking Mother humiliated me in front of the whole family.

However, I have to discuss something with him first.  I blog posted about a nonsensical, strange-as-hell text I got from him over the summer.  Well, earlier this month I got another one.  There wasn't a single word I could make out on this text.  I think it had two closed parentheses and a dollar sign.  I have no clue what that is or if he meant to send that to me.  But that is now two weird texts, and so he can no longer say it's an accident.

I'm really not getting what my therapist is doing.  I have to raise this issue with him, and today.