PTSD
Today my boss and I showed clear signs of post traumatic stress disorder. Just thinking about it makes me a little nervous but God, was it a moment to remember. So my boss walks into the office after having gone to train a girl on how to deal with patients. Now my boss is NOT the person who should be doing this but she's the most knowledgeable and therefore had to go forward with it. Anyway, she comes back into our office and is mumbling how damned unorganized that side of the office is. I broke out into laughter. I mean, I laughed until I couldn't stop laughing. I even started crying, I laughed so hard. I mean really this wouldn't have been so funny a few weeks back but for crying out loud - we are nearly a year in and THAT side of the office still has no solid system of intake for clients. Poor trainees. I mean, what do you do? Instead of me being really upset at how VOA (who is supposed to have it's ish together) has been completely running cases on an "as I see fit" basis, I could do nothing but laugh. It was absolute hysterics. My boss then began to laugh; I'm sure she caught on to the same feelings I was having. She then proceeded to tear up and then we both just kinda sat there with smiles on our faces. It was really like recovery had gotten us to mentally wrapped up that we had no room for worry anymore. The laugh that's been trying to escape us, forced its way out. Now how crazy is that?
Professionals would probably say not crazy at all. Actually, it's quite normal. Because in cases like these, the greatest question asked is: WHO CARES FOR THE CARE GIVERS?
Professionals would probably say not crazy at all. Actually, it's quite normal. Because in cases like these, the greatest question asked is: WHO CARES FOR THE CARE GIVERS?