Thursday Morning Ramble

Yesterday I went to work and walked into a nightmare. Reminds me of why I have to get out of here. To begin with, we had a surprise audit. Anyone who has been through one knows how stressful it can be. I'd come early so I could enjoy my breakfast and immediately had to set about getting a couple charts in order. My work was done. It just had not been printed out and placed in the file yet. Then, later, had to deal with a very irritable client in group yesterday. Last week he had arrived at group late, and I didn't let him in because it is disruptive to the other clients. He actually held onto that anger for a whole week and got quit belligerent with me in group. When I spoke to his counselor about his behavior, the counselor said, "He's got a lot of issues" as if that makes it okay for the man to speak to me any way he wants. 

Later I had an issue with one of my obnoxious female clients.  She wanted me to write a letter stating that she is attending the program.  Well, she hasn't been, and I informed her I wasn't going to lie.  If I wrote the letter, I would tell that she was admitted, but would not volunteer that she attending.  Then I had to put up with the threats.  "I'll go over your head and tell Dr. P."  who, by the way is NOT my boss.  Then she threatened to call the licensing agency.  I told her "Go ahead and call whoever."  I just don't care anymore and refuse to be bullied. These are three reminders of why I will be glad to be out of here.  I almost wish it were tomorrow. But I know enough not to jump the gun.  Need this income until everything else is in order.

(Took the following picture on the way to work yesterday.  I just love the flower district.  I pass through it every morning. This is only one of many stores.)

We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face... we must do that which we think we cannot.

Eleanor Roosevelt 

Today is the day I am scheduled to meet with the doctor who is going to do my lung biopsy. Needless to say, I am shaking in my boots. I've always been a chicken.  Who else do you know who bursts into tears as soon as she enters a dentist office and needs the assistant to hold her hand...and this was when I was in my early 60's.  Please say a prayer for me that all goes well. It's quite a stressful time for me.  What helps is knowing that there are so many people out there pulling for me.  Thank you, my dear friends.