Asked and Answered
I’ve been lacking in my responses to blog comments. Sorry. Amy, Willis, Carrie I promise I read your comments, but often I read them at work and there is no way I can ever check el blogo from worko.
I will try to remember to respond when I get home, but you see many nights I get home and weep quietly into my pillow. The patients, they have stolen the crazy stick and are hitting each other with it. Today was a classic case of el pollo locco. The patient came in, I helped him and said I would be in touch before 3 PM. I went to a long meeting that ended at 2 and returned to my office, only to find him sitting at a desk making calls to his insurance company. The women who share space with my department kind of looked at me with fear and need in their eyes. I totally get what they were trying to do, but putting a crazed patient at the front desk of our department to argue on the phone with his insurance company all because he said he was refusing to leave until he got an answer to his question is perhaps not the way to go about things. I gave the man the answer that I would have called and given him if he were to wait like a normal person, but no, normal and crazy are not an intersection with this individual.
I finally walked the patient out the front door, thanked him mightily for coming in, called the various departments involved to confirm his appointment to see a therapist (I was not being euphemistic when I said crazy), and then I finally got to eat lunch. As you can imagine, the new job is not exactly conducive to the blogging process inasmuch as all I want to do at the end of the night is weep into my pillow.
Hopefully things will change soon as one co-worker will be returning from maternity leave and we have an open position we are actively recruiting for.
In other news, Bruce and I are dieting. We are on the South Beach Diet. The diet, while slightly stricter about carbs than we have been is not that hard for us as we eat most of the food that we are suppose to eat. The hard part is the no alcohol for two weeks and then only once every few weeks. I like my red wine after work (while I quietly weep). I suppose if there are results I will be glad, and eventually we get to re-introduce certain carbs back into our menus, but I will never be okay with the loss of my sweet sweet red wine.