Oh, I would not have reacted very well to 'then why did you bother coming?' I went to my therapist drunk once (didn't mean to - I thought it would have been out of my system), but he said he couldn't treat me (something about informed consent being necessary for treatment, and being inebriated means I can't consent), but he rescheduled and reassured me that I wasn't a jackass, then let me just sit for awhile getting my shit together before I went home.
I don't know what your options are like, and I know finding a good therapist is often like trying to push a boulder up a cliff. She better at least be giving you some referrals or something, if you want to continue seeing someone.
And now I want a baby skunk! The picture, omg.