Life got so busy that I didn’t update the Blognukkah series for a few days. But here is a week in my life to catch you up.
Today I did a morning workout class. It was very well attended. The instructor was EXTREMELY hyped for it being 8 am. I’d like whatever he is taking!
My regular coffee shop told me that I had several free drinks available. This seemed suspicious, but I tell myself to never ask questions that I don’t want the answers to.
“Are you Joshua Smith?” they double checked.
Well, I certainly can’t claim that. “No,” I said.
“It looks like all of his points were transferred to you. We are not sure why, it must be an error in the system.” Or I have a sugar daddy who suddenly wants to cover three large drinks, I thought to myself.
“What about my points?” I asked. “I do come here quite often. Did my points get transferred to him?”
Probably, the owner told me. But because of the confusion, and because, frankly, we had no idea whose points were whose, we were both granted Joshua’s points. 83 stars for all!
To celebrate, I redeemed one of the free drink vouchers.
What arrived was not matcha so much as a meadow– that’s how large my drink was. I sat in the coffee shop and got caught up on work tasks. Practicum, for my new readers, is different from work. Practicum is where I get to practice being a psychologist, seeing patients and getting hours, but working under someone else’s license. This also means I don’t get paid, because it’s part of my training.
My *work* work is a) my mom’s psychology practice, where I help write reports and b) working as a home care aide for continuity care.
So I got some reports done.
That night, I went on a freezing walk with my grandparents. I wore many layers. Afterward, my face was quite appropriate for this holiday season in that it was very red.
Afterward, I had a continuity care session in the evening. We worked on an assignment and studied for an exam.
I’m taking my break in a weird spot. I took a walk up the street, past my practicum site and well into a neighborhood. With the curbs already claimed by ants, I had to get creative.
These steps may be public, they may be private, but they sure are ant-free, and that’s the most important thing in my book. I have about 20 minutes to write (that’s how long our lunch breaks are).
My neuropsych testing patient cancelled, and so did my therapy patient. That meant report-writing, which is good, because we have to get all of our reports out before the Christmas break. If we don’t, I will be coming in next Tuesday to help get them out. I scored some assessments and added in formulations. I also used the baby DSM-5 (a far cuter and smaller version than its heavier counterpart) to diagnose the patients.
Update: I also did a bariatric evaluation at the last minute. This is where we ask questions about psychological risk factors to determine whether a person is a good candidate for surgery. I like to type the report as we go. I ended up staying over time.
In the evening, I went to a cycling class. Our instructor created an especially energetic playlist, and the 40 minutes felt like 10.
Today was a “catch up on life” day. I shipped out several Poshmark packages that I sold. A man saw that I didn’t have scissors and busted out a literal knife from his pocket. “Here, use this,” he said. So I did. “I got it on sale for a dollar!” he let me know.
“Sounds like a good deal!” I said, while slicing tape pieces like they were salami on a sandwich. I included a free gift with each purchase. I think it’s kind of cool that all across the US, different people are wearing my clothing pieces.
Next, I went to a coffee shop. A coffee shop is akin to a hipster fashion show. You always have to dress well.
After my trip to the coffee shop, where I stayed for several hours working, I got to meet up with my best friend. The two of us went out to a Chinese restaurant, and afterward, we looked at lights in candy cane lane.
I’m not even going to lie, Friday was a rough day. I came to practicum an hour early to do reports. However, throughout the day, it felt like no matter how many I did, it wouldn’t be enough to finish the stack that we had before the holidays.
It’s a blessing that we have so many clients and can help so many people, but good heavens, there was such a pile -up.
I’m officially coming back on Tuesday (this is to make up for an extra week that I’m taking off). One of the interns actually took the work laptop to work on reports at home, for which I was very grateful. On Tuesday I am expected to finish at least six reports.
To put it into perspective, my mom, who is a grown and licensed psychologist, does about three in a day.
I felt extremely stressed. It was the first day that I actually didn’t stay over time, though, because I told myself to finally lay down some boundaries.
To top off this day, my favorite leather skirt ripped.
I decided to wind down from all the mayhem and went for a pre-Sabbath run. I generally don’t run because I may be 22, but my ankles think they’re 82. However, today, I felt that it was needed.
During my run, I met a new friend who almost tried to follow me home.
That cat therapy was much needed. Never have I ever been so ready for a Sabbath.
My mom and I went for a long walk with the dog today. I also walked to the gym and did exclusively a heavy weights workout.
I read and cleaned my room.
In the evening, I got a strange text. It was a number that I didn’t have saved.
“I’m engaged!!” the text read.
Shoot, who was this? I did a mental inventory of the friends I had who were in serious relationships. There were two and I had both of their numbers saved.
Ok, well, my phone can be weird sometimes. “Congrats!” I enthused. “I got a new number and don’t have yours saved. Who is this?”
She explained that she was our childhood friend and gave me a call. I actually knew her fiancé back when I was young, and of course I knew her from my childhood. I congratulated her over the phone. I was genuinely happy that she found her person. My sister also got the call and we texted about it afterward, marveling about how grown up everyone was.