Miscellaneous notes.
Aug. 6th, 2004 07:36 amI'm having unbelievable administrative problems at the clinic where I see patients, and some days all I can think of some days is how long it will be until I'm completely supported by other projects and don't have to go there anymore.
But a patient called me recently. I'd seen him only once, a year ago, but here he was again, in considerable distress. At the end of the session he told me how helpful it had been to have someone to talk to.
"Well, I'm glad you thought of me," I said, thinking of our brief connection and long separation.
"Oh," he said simply, "I never forgot you."
I always wonder what happens to the people who see me once or twice and then drift away - if I've had any effect on them at all. It really lifts my spirits to think that this guy went through the last year knowing that, if it got bad, he could call me.
The people at the Oregon Chai company love me and want me to be happy. That's why they've come out with a rooibos version. I've had two pints of chai since I made the happy discovery yesterday. Mmmmmm, chai.
In my most frequently recurring dream, I am trying to get to the airport to go somewhere and am delayed again and again. Last night I had the dream twice. The first time, the friend driving me to the airport wanted to stop by a lesbian bar. I was chatting with an old friend when suddenly I looked down at my watch and realized that I'd missed my plane. "I had no idea it was so late," I thought, as my stomach wrenched. In the second dream, there was an ice storm an hour before we had to leave for the airport. We went out onto the roads to test them, planning to look down at the interstate from an overpass. Traffic was crawling along on the interstate itself, but the onramps were utterly impassable: sheets of ice, deep snow. There was no way I'd make it to the airport.
I wonder where my subconscious thinks I should be going.
We decided yesterday to go visit my parents this weekend. We'll be leaving right after work and running up to upstate New York. It's about a four-and-a-half hour drive, which is awfully close for this to be the first time we'll see them since Christmas.
But a patient called me recently. I'd seen him only once, a year ago, but here he was again, in considerable distress. At the end of the session he told me how helpful it had been to have someone to talk to.
"Well, I'm glad you thought of me," I said, thinking of our brief connection and long separation.
"Oh," he said simply, "I never forgot you."
I always wonder what happens to the people who see me once or twice and then drift away - if I've had any effect on them at all. It really lifts my spirits to think that this guy went through the last year knowing that, if it got bad, he could call me.
The people at the Oregon Chai company love me and want me to be happy. That's why they've come out with a rooibos version. I've had two pints of chai since I made the happy discovery yesterday. Mmmmmm, chai.
In my most frequently recurring dream, I am trying to get to the airport to go somewhere and am delayed again and again. Last night I had the dream twice. The first time, the friend driving me to the airport wanted to stop by a lesbian bar. I was chatting with an old friend when suddenly I looked down at my watch and realized that I'd missed my plane. "I had no idea it was so late," I thought, as my stomach wrenched. In the second dream, there was an ice storm an hour before we had to leave for the airport. We went out onto the roads to test them, planning to look down at the interstate from an overpass. Traffic was crawling along on the interstate itself, but the onramps were utterly impassable: sheets of ice, deep snow. There was no way I'd make it to the airport.
I wonder where my subconscious thinks I should be going.
We decided yesterday to go visit my parents this weekend. We'll be leaving right after work and running up to upstate New York. It's about a four-and-a-half hour drive, which is awfully close for this to be the first time we'll see them since Christmas.