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when i get up in the morning and put my clothes on i look in the mirror and laugh.
not because something is actually funny, but because i usually look like i'm a soccer mom or a jcrew ad. j23 "oooh'd" at my cardigan with pearls on it this morning. I wake him up when i roll out of bed to start my morning, and by the time he opens his eyes again after falling back asleep I have my "costume" on. slacks/loafers/dress shirt/cardigan. He watches my transformation in the morning with a cute little grin. I kiss him goodbye and its off to the hospital where everyone i hang out with is either a doctor, therapist, social worker, nurse, tech, or psychotic crazy person. It's usually the latter of the bunch. Which is to be expected on a locked psychiatric unit of a hospital. I suppose it is actually pretty cool that I get to run psycho ("talk") therapy groups, recreational therapy groups, and help out in art and music therapy. I'm still learning a TON, but in terms of being scared of being in the "real" world....I dunno why I ever was nervous. This shit is amazing. So many things go on in one day that are bizarre, abnormal, insane, and flat out crazy it is really never boring. and when it is, i just play UNO or bring out the beads. And to be quite honest...even playing UNO with people with psychosis is pretty interesting. I cannot wait to get PAID for this. instead of interning for free. All in good time. my time is soon. (thank god).
Therapist by day, renegade vagrant by night.
i hate admitting this, but lately i've been thinking that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stick around these parts longer than anticipated. I'm already sticking it out through the end of september. i guess only time will tell where i'll end up.
not because something is actually funny, but because i usually look like i'm a soccer mom or a jcrew ad. j23 "oooh'd" at my cardigan with pearls on it this morning. I wake him up when i roll out of bed to start my morning, and by the time he opens his eyes again after falling back asleep I have my "costume" on. slacks/loafers/dress shirt/cardigan. He watches my transformation in the morning with a cute little grin. I kiss him goodbye and its off to the hospital where everyone i hang out with is either a doctor, therapist, social worker, nurse, tech, or psychotic crazy person. It's usually the latter of the bunch. Which is to be expected on a locked psychiatric unit of a hospital. I suppose it is actually pretty cool that I get to run psycho ("talk") therapy groups, recreational therapy groups, and help out in art and music therapy. I'm still learning a TON, but in terms of being scared of being in the "real" world....I dunno why I ever was nervous. This shit is amazing. So many things go on in one day that are bizarre, abnormal, insane, and flat out crazy it is really never boring. and when it is, i just play UNO or bring out the beads. And to be quite honest...even playing UNO with people with psychosis is pretty interesting. I cannot wait to get PAID for this. instead of interning for free. All in good time. my time is soon. (thank god).
Therapist by day, renegade vagrant by night.
i hate admitting this, but lately i've been thinking that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stick around these parts longer than anticipated. I'm already sticking it out through the end of september. i guess only time will tell where i'll end up.