Maybe it's the full moon
It's -2 degrees F outside, and the windchill has it less than -20 most of the time. Yet there are people waiting at bus stops without hats or scarves or gloves, not even huddling for warmth. And there are the inevitable people walking around in shorts. Meanwhile, I have my hat and winter coat and gloves, and my hands were still frozen stiff and reddened when I got into work this morning, and I was hunched over a bit as I filled the gas tank this morning. What is this state?! O_o
People always blame the full moon for weird behavior. Maybe that's why I was woken from a dead sleep at a quarter to two am (because I'm on call and it switches over at 8 am, lucky me...) by a dude stating he had panic attacks. So I'm talking him through it and telling him to call his doctor when the clinic opens in the morning, because he claimed to be on medication. Then his girlfriend yanks the phone from him and says "This is what's really happening," and at first I thought he was off his meds or kicked out or something. No, it turns out that SHE is the one with panic attacks, and it was bad enough she wanted to go inpatient a while ago. Well, our county doesn't have one, so our ER told her to go the other hospital system for inpatient help. Which didn't help. She never got around to getting a psychiatrist, and had panic attacks all day. I was explaining that she could call the intake coordinator to make an intake appointment, since we only have an outpatient clinic with our hospital system. The soonest appointment (since I happened to talk to her earlier yesterday after there was a snafu where I was accused of taking all the pizza that was left over from lunch when there were three boxes left when I went home and it turns out the nurse was concerned about the kringles that had been delivered that I never even touched, but that's a whole separate rant...) was in five weeks. Because it wasn't immediate, the boyfriend was upset about how broken the system is. Which I don't disagree with, of course, but I almost told him that the other hospital system has an eight month wait to see their psychiatrist. If they even see her, because they screen with a therapist first and usually refer back to the primary care doc.
Ugh. So, needless to say, waking at 4 am was difficult, but I did manage to haul myself out of bed eventually, and even went on the treadmill to wake the hell up. Ugh. Not pleased to be conscious even now, because EVERYTHING at home in the morning dragged ass. it's a good thing I keep makeup in my desk, so I could get something on my face. Because of course my skin still thinks I'm an adolescent, so it's blotchy.
Here's hoping the rest of the day looks up. Tho it's scheduled full enough that it may be another day with no bathroom break until lunch...
People always blame the full moon for weird behavior. Maybe that's why I was woken from a dead sleep at a quarter to two am (because I'm on call and it switches over at 8 am, lucky me...) by a dude stating he had panic attacks. So I'm talking him through it and telling him to call his doctor when the clinic opens in the morning, because he claimed to be on medication. Then his girlfriend yanks the phone from him and says "This is what's really happening," and at first I thought he was off his meds or kicked out or something. No, it turns out that SHE is the one with panic attacks, and it was bad enough she wanted to go inpatient a while ago. Well, our county doesn't have one, so our ER told her to go the other hospital system for inpatient help. Which didn't help. She never got around to getting a psychiatrist, and had panic attacks all day. I was explaining that she could call the intake coordinator to make an intake appointment, since we only have an outpatient clinic with our hospital system. The soonest appointment (since I happened to talk to her earlier yesterday after there was a snafu where I was accused of taking all the pizza that was left over from lunch when there were three boxes left when I went home and it turns out the nurse was concerned about the kringles that had been delivered that I never even touched, but that's a whole separate rant...) was in five weeks. Because it wasn't immediate, the boyfriend was upset about how broken the system is. Which I don't disagree with, of course, but I almost told him that the other hospital system has an eight month wait to see their psychiatrist. If they even see her, because they screen with a therapist first and usually refer back to the primary care doc.
Ugh. So, needless to say, waking at 4 am was difficult, but I did manage to haul myself out of bed eventually, and even went on the treadmill to wake the hell up. Ugh. Not pleased to be conscious even now, because EVERYTHING at home in the morning dragged ass. it's a good thing I keep makeup in my desk, so I could get something on my face. Because of course my skin still thinks I'm an adolescent, so it's blotchy.
Here's hoping the rest of the day looks up. Tho it's scheduled full enough that it may be another day with no bathroom break until lunch...