tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post8601056810610434043..comments2024-03-18T03:28:36.581-04:00Comments on Shrink Rap: Let Me Tell You About My OfficeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-48019531465208714692007-11-18T15:34:00.000-05:002007-11-18T15:34:00.000-05:00But "reading meaning into places where there is no...But "reading meaning into places where there is no meaning" is what I do! <BR/><BR/>But for a real demonstration you need to start posting pictures :pAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-79619995881879687962007-11-18T15:20:00.000-05:002007-11-18T15:20:00.000-05:00Foo:The NYTimes piece is in Drafts. Polldaddy was...Foo:<BR/>The NYTimes piece is in Drafts. Polldaddy was down and I needed it to finish off the piece.<BR/>DinahDinahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09227988351623862689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-36183454633888820802007-11-18T13:10:00.000-05:002007-11-18T13:10:00.000-05:00I guess the NY Times wasn't delivered today? You'r...I guess the NY Times wasn't delivered today? You're breakin' my heart over here, Dinah.<BR/><BR/>I find it ironic that my first "perusal" of an office is determining an "escape route." Then comes seating so the patient is <I>not</I> between me and the door. Finally, I assess what they could grab to hurt me, and then determine what <I>I</I> could grab if I needed to defend myself. This happens so rapidly & routinely that it doesn't seem odd anymore. <BR/><BR/>I am then constantly & acutely aware of my "stuff": Where to place my alarm so it is quickly accessible, but not in reach of the patient; I know exactly how many pens I had when I came in, and paper clips are accounted for like surgical sponges (one guy last week asked for a paper clip to "pop this blister I got between my toes..." NO!). Early on, I occasionally speculated this all to be a rich breeding ground for OCD...<BR/><BR/>The only reason I wear a watch is for determining "orientation," and I have the latitude to spend as reasonable amount of time with a patient as I find necessary. Sometimes it's 15 minutes, sometimes it's 60. Obviously they have nothing else to do, and at least for the time they are with me, neither do I. One supervisor said to me, "I'm wondering if you are spending too much time with each patient..." I said, "<I>I</I> will determine how much time I need, and you can "wonder" your ass back to your office."<BR/><BR/>My decorator: Marquis de Sade. He can be reached at... Oh, sorry, He's dead. (sigh)FooFoo5https://www.blogger.com/profile/06459026418242101033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666124.post-20413088205936742312007-11-18T12:53:00.000-05:002007-11-18T12:53:00.000-05:00You should sleep more.You should sleep more.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com