Just a staff psychiatrist with a volunteer firefighting habit, rambling about mental health, military medicine, and ed recovery while navigating this messy thing we call life.
pitched a little fit over email when I kept getting addressed as Mrs. Mashup, despite it being a situation where I'm known to have so many other appropriate forms of address, like FF/PM or Dr. Apparently I have hit that age, where I care about things like this.
Definitely had one of those "being a woman in medical leadership" moments yesterday where I was called out for being too direct and aggressive for writing a pretty dispassionate email where I essentially said I wasn't going to cover for mistakes that my leadership made. Cherry on top was that this feedback was from a woman, who didn't have the balls to deliver it to me directly and instead had another woman serve as the go-between, because she felt like she was called out by me.
So I spent all of therapy today just ranting about my leadership and the lack of support that I feel from them and how I can't actually trust those people or be open with them about my feelings at work. That was a swift kick to the gut yesterday.
But I'm sure if I was a man I would have been told that I was being assertive and practicing good leadership skills.
Weird place to hunt for info, but I'm looking for anything and everything!
Anyone on here who works in a PHP/ partial hospital program? How many individual patients do the therapists carry? How is the program structured? I'm trying to figure out how to get a reasonable census, structure the program, and not burn out my therapists and I'm hitting walls left and right. I want to know what works in other places!
My grandpa was one of nine. At this point, only 3 are left. One of his younger brothers entered hospice yesterday. We haven't quite reached the point where the authorization for Crown Royal, Miller High Life, and smokeless tobacco is written on the whiteboard in his room in inpatient hospice (which was the case for one of his other brothers). However, we are getting texts with pictures of my mom's cousins mixing Manhattans for my great-uncle and bringing them into the hospital in random jars and bottles. The look of pure joy and excitement on his face is absolutely priceless.
Until recently, being called Miss or Mrs really peeved me, but calling me Ms was totally fine, as long as the person in question didn't know I was a physician.
I'm noticing that I have less and less patience for folks who call me Ms now as well. In almost every area of my life, I have other titles: Doctor, Lieutenant, Firefighter. Call me by one of those. Ms has started to feel really dismissive and I know that's not the intent which makes me feel a little bit bad.
I never thought of myself as a white cloud. I'm definitely not the polar opposite, but its almost to the point where this crew is starting to see how many ways they can tempt fate.
Its been 15 hours and we've only been dispatched twice. Both were bullshit. I'm never going to get to practice any skills if this continues!
towards the end of therapy, my therapist commented that he's glad that I'm going to be out of town the same time that he is because he'll worry less and I feel like I should have asked him what the heck he meant by that at the time
I couldn't get the emr to work on my computer yesterday while I was actually at work, so I still have all my notes to do and I've spent all afternoon sitting on the couch actively avoiding doing notes
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So...did you bring the stuffed animal to therapy with you? Inquiring minds that also sleep with stuffed animals want to know :)
You bet I did! And he's such a child psychiatrist that he picked up on the nickname I use for her and has since used that nickname to follow up and ask how it felt to bring her to therapy and said that I am welcome to bring her whenever I want in the future.
We ended up talking about my attachment style and pattern of relationships and some trends with relationships in my family which all came out of me bringing her which was productive and academically interesting, not that I've been able to operationalize it or anything like that.
I need a headshot where I'm not wearing my uniform for a workshop I'm helping out with. It has been at least a decade since I had such a photo, so I decided to scroll through my photos to see if I had anything that was marginally appropriate.
Selfies, photos of the pigs, and selfies of me and the pigs account for 95% of my photos over the past several years. Clearly none of these are exactly what I'm looking for in a professional headshot
I spent part of my NYE looking up personal grooming for elderly male guinea pigs, and after spending more time getting up close and personal with Chester than he would ever prefer, he snuggled up on my chest in a way that he hasn't done in years, so I guess despite the trauma he really did end up feeling better by the end. I feel guilty that I let things go for so long without realizing that he needed some help with hygiene and I'm equally disgusted and fascinated by the difference it made. So PSA I guess--male guinea pigs need an assist keeping themselves clean--or at the very least you should periodically check and see if they need an assist.