Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 241 lbs.

I just got home from what felt like a long, hard, and exhausting day at work. For some time I feared that I might not be allowed back, given that I rather knowingly disregarded protocol to ensure my opinion be heard by the clinic’s administrator. Unfortunately, advocacy, opinions, feelings, or advice are not always (read: never) prized by the business end of our agency, and needless to say, my two cents didn’t go over very well. Now I am hoping my immediate supervisors, whom I trust and like, can dig us all out of the ensuing mess and resolve such concerns amicably and, hopefully, successfully. To me, success represents that the counseling staff’s needs and ideas be valued and critical practice space not be taken from us for use in an alternative way, as is being considered.

Blecchhh … first doctors, and now administrators! I guess that not everyone likes honesty or rebel-rousing. Note to self: It is OK to be brutally open and honest here on the blog, but no one at work — or who provides me medical care — really wants to hear it. Sigh….

In the eating front, I haven’t yet … and I’m now ready to gnaw off my own arms if this entry takes much more time. It is good that I haven’t borne young recently, as they too would be in danger.

I haven’t had time to eat since the half sandwich (turkey on whole wheat) that I had for breakfast, and perhaps plummeting blood sugar didn’t help my work  judgement either. This, plus the fact that I continue to feel as if in a perpetual state of PMS (see recent post: Totally Out of Control).

So, lest I chew off my limbs and go on the warpath over just about anything, I suggest that I end this drivel immediately and go eat while watching some mindless yet entertaining TV show, like Big Medicine.  LOL — not!