I Am Quitting a Job + Going to the ER

Hello, friends. Today I have a surprising update. This past month or so, I have felt overwhelmed. You’d know this if you read my blog, because I’ve been starting every post with that statement. I didn’t want to quit anything, though, because momma did not raise a quitter!

However, the fact remains that I have 3 jobs and 7 classes. I realized that something has to give, so I chose the thing that has the least to do with my future career, which was the school shadowing. I also started thinking about it in terms of opportunity cost.

A friend of mine reached out and asked if I wanted a leadership position in her assessment club. I said no at first, because I have no time. I wanted to join professional organizations for psychologists and go to conferences because my school reimburses the cost, but, again, no time. And lastly, maybe this sounds silly, but: I want to see friends. I want to live a little. But, again, no time.

I’ll be honest. Working with kids is fun if you like kids, but it isn’t easy. And, working for 8 hours straight, especially when the kid hits, spits, and yells at you, is mentally taxing. I stayed because he has nice moments, but I was running out of time to balance everything. I told a fellow aide/friend at the school and she understood my reasoning. The kids we work with are best friends, so we also see a lot of each other. But they are hard to work with sometimes, like if they are acting out.

I will miss certain parts of this job. But I think that leaving it is for the best, at least because I will have time for things that are more directly related to my career. At times I enjoy it, and at times I am exhausted by it. It’s not about the specific job, though– it’s more about the fact that I need to make time for things that relate to my profession.

Also! You guys probably saw the “ER” in the title of this post and wondered why I went there. Yesterday, while I was running, I went over a little hole in the sidewalk and sprained my ankle. I was a whopping 10 minutes late to ethics class (the professor understood). Then, I had the “brilliant” idea of running home on the injured ankle. I figured I should tough it out. I am a strong, independent woman with strong, independent ankles, I decided.

All of a sudden, at around 5 pm, the pain intensified. At this point, I could put no pressure on the ankle without yelping in pain. Some good things did come out of this injury. Firstly, I have perfected booty-sliding down the stairs and doing a reverse crab walk back up them. My mom joked that the floors won’t even need mopping after all this, because my butt does a better job.

Other perks: I have been exempt from dish duty. Food is brought to my room. A major drawback, though, is that the only exercises I’ve been cleared to do are arm and ab workouts. Oh, and swimming! Although I’m sure my doggy paddle would give Michael Phelps a run for his money, I will be trying to improve my swimming instead of running for the next 10 days or so. I was initially grouchy about this injury, but honestly, it could’ve been worse.

When I first got to the ER, despite being on tylenol and only having a sprain, the workers put me in a wheelchair just in case. My mom cheerfully wheeled me, but I felt so many pairs of eyes on us. I almost wanted to stand up and shout: “don’t worry, I’m fine!” To make matters worse, the wheelchair barely fit through the bathroom doorway. I am not a shy person, but the last thing I wanted was for my mom to come WITH me to the bathroom. My point is, I’m lucky. My injury was temporary and minor. But as a future psychologist, I gained a tremendous amount of empathy for clients who have to use wheelchairs permanently. Many places are completely inaccessible by wheelchair, and having people stare at you can feel uncomfortable.

This is something I want to remain mindful of while the tiny sting of embarrassment is still fresh. Not that wheelchairs are anything to be embarrassed of, but I can only imagine what people go through when they have no choice but to use them.

This week is my finals week, and then I am on spring break. Even though it is finals week, I found time to FaceTime my close friend. I also decided see two friends in person today. We are neighbors, so they walked over. I am the type of person who wants to feed those who come over (if they leave hungry, I have not done my job). This time, however, they saw my crutches and did not even let me hobble to the kitchen πŸ˜‚. One of them brought pretzels, though, which was really sweet. Overall, it’s been a good few weeks, and I’m excited to see what spring break will bring.

Published by adventuresofagradgirl.wordpress.com

Hi, I'm Vera. I'm starting grad school for neuropsychology in fall 2020. A google search revealed that there are no current grad school blogs for psychology students. Anyway, I happen to know a girl who wants to document her journey to getting a doctorate (spoiler: it's me). Welcome. Hope you stay awhile!

2 thoughts on “I Am Quitting a Job + Going to the ER

  1. Awww I hope your ankle heals up soon! I recently injured my shoulder while skiing. Injuries are so annoying especially for active people like you and me!!

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