So, interesting how just today, twice in fact, I (as professionally as I could) explained to several of my patients how our bodies react just like our emotions due when we are under stress. You take a person in an already stressful state, add to that 1 tiny thing that goes wrong and all of a sudden *KABOOM* That person totally blows up completely stressed out, crying, etc.... (Note: it was at this point of the conversation that my "professional" talk wasn't so professional as I back-pedaled to explain that their arm wouldn't actually blow up....)
So, I'm in the middle of my 5th week of work. I have a good number of patients with at least one new evaluation today. On top of that the clinical specialists (i.e. the really smart PTs who have been working for 20+years) meet with me on a daily basis to discuss how my patient treatments are going, my rational for treatments and I use them as a sounding board and they give me feedback. It's really a great set-up. Except right now my brain is a little overwhelmed with all these thoughts of how I'm going to treat Patient A, and I need to e-mail Dr. Soandso, and What is going on with Patient B, and holy crap I've got to treat that patient tomorrow with a clinical specialist and I have no idea what to do with them!!! so all this to say, I'm a little stressed out. Enjoying work, but stressed. No big deal. Well, this past week, Satan has tried to shut the system down by throwing some wrenches in.
On Saturday, I lost my cell phone:
The cell phone that I just had to buy in July at full price because my contract wasn't up yet.
My cell phone that is my only link to all my support system back in Texas.
My cell phone that has all my bill due dates programmed in to give me reminders.
Oh..yeah. that cell phone. I think I lost it on the T, because no one has used it, and before the battery died it would just ring. (which is what it does when you're on the T, because there is no service). So Tuesday afternoon, when i'm supposed to be off work at 3:30, I left at 3pm, spent an hour riding out to the end of the T line, (where i was told to go) only to be informed that "no, that silver cell phone we found was not yours, somone else came and picked it up)... suck. So I head back to work, an hour and a half totally wasted, it's now almost 5pm and I still have two hours of paperwork, filing, billing etc to do. And I got to work at 6:30 that morning....
Other wrench that was just thrown in tonight:
There is a street behind our house where we can park. On one side of the street we can park there all the time except (apparently) for the 1st and 3rd Wednesday of every month. The other side of the street we can park for free from 8pm to 6am because we have a resident sticker, but from 6am to 8pm we have to pay the meter. And the meter only accepts money for two hour time blocks. So, where in the world do we park our car every 1st and 3rd Wednesday when we are at work and school all day?!? So, I, unknowingly, parked the car on the wrong side of the street and it was towed. Towed, meaning I have to find a ride, out to a suburb of Boston, pay a ridiculous amount of money to get the car back (though I will say it's a blessing that it wasn't more because it was a private towing service) and spend all the time it will take to do that, probably at least 2+hours. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
And now, it's 11pm, I have to leave for work in 7 hours and I just wasted all your time as you read this. Thank goodness it's almost the weekend, I'm running out of funny.
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