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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Feb 12, 2010 17:14:29 GMT -5
So this is how it is. I'm a I child of two worlds really. There's the world of my high school, and the band, and here, where I learned about how to build and be part of an open, loving community where individuals are deeply connected to each other and give each other unconditional compassion and support. And then there's my birth family, where people never say what they mean or mean what they say, and never say what they are feeling or thinking and you always have to be on your guard about what you do decide to share and you have to find passive aggressive creative ways to deal with conflicts and get others to do what you want them to do. And you stick together despite it all because it's to everyone's advantage. What I've been discovering is that having experience in both worlds is a real boon in medicine. Cause on the one hand, we're expected to build and maintain that loving supportive community and make those positive connections with other people (colleagues/classmates and patients), to look at and touch and contemplate the places that just aren't polite to look at/touch/contemplate in conventional repressed society in order to achieve health and healing. But on the other hand, we're also expected always be positive even when we're pissed off, and if some one makes us want to strangle them we're supposed to smile and say thank you. And sometimes we have to come up with the most convoluted methods to affect the change of others since a direct approach just won't do. In case you were wondering, this is why doctors get so screwed up sometimes. It's an incredibly difficult mental balance to maintain and it wouldn't take much to get really screwed up. Thank god I have so much practice with this cognitive dissonance. I'm not in the best mood right now, in case you can't tell. And I'm eating some of the Chocolate Bombs left over from the bake sale even though my rule is desserts only on Sunday, dammit. Thanks for letting me vent. Vent away. And I promise, a little illegal chocolate-ing is not the worst way in the world to deal. Some coming to grips with difficult family issues is part and parcel of the whole adult life. My take is that the messed up docs are the ones who (while maybe brilliant at the science) are not so hot with maturing. |
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Feb 12, 2010 17:15:48 GMT -5
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Feb 12, 2010 17:18:10 GMT -5
Sudden, significant improvement in the house. The Daughter came over and helped me sort all the things that were not yet unpacked. The workroom now has its tables, with items classified "Sewing" "Art," "Office," "Tools" and "Misc.":  The Office now has an actual floor:  The Office closet has its new shelving unit nicely in place:  And the workroom now has tables with sorted items ready for storing:  And best of all it was all done in two hours! You know, you could grow a whooooooooole lot of orchids in that workroom. Julia, a lotta lotta Phalenopsis, boy howdy You could. Me? I'm the one who kills SILK plants. |
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Post by Squeemonster on Feb 12, 2010 17:36:34 GMT -5
Holy crap, there's been a mass shooting at UA Huntsville. They've got the campus on lockdown.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 12, 2010 17:37:14 GMT -5
You know, you could grow a whooooooooole lot of orchids in that workroom. Julia, a lotta lotta Phalenopsis, boy howdy You could. Me? I'm the one who kills SILK plants. Ha. I was infamous for killing house-plants until I started with orchids; all you have to do is remember not to pay much attention to them. Julia, sincerely: Phalenopsis are much harder to kill than silk plants. |
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 12, 2010 17:38:58 GMT -5
Holy crap, there's been a mass shooting at UA Huntsville. They've got the campus on lockdown. Well, this is a depressing 24 hours, innit? Julia, and it is just bucketting down between here and False Creek, so the Olympic opening ceremonies is going to be all splashy. |
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Post by Rachael on Feb 12, 2010 18:39:52 GMT -5
You could. Me? I'm the one who kills SILK plants. Ha. I was infamous for killing house-plants until I started with orchids; all you have to do is remember not to pay much attention to them. Julia, sincerely: Phalenopsis are much harder to kill than silk plants. I agree; the only houseplants I have that are still alive post-Emily are my orchids. Haven't been watered in...I can't remember when. |
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 12, 2010 19:55:36 GMT -5
Nice work, Diane! Psssst... I would love to see a photo of you modeling the necklace I made, sometime when you're wearing it. Liz, interesting thoughts.   S'cubies. The star wands are finished, I think, and the last of the glue is drying. Three different kinds they took, and that's not counting the Stickles.  This is what happens when you don't plan ahead. On the other hand, running on impulse and inspiration and imagination is a lot more fun.   Good grief, how did it get this late, and me not eaten lunch yet? When (if ever - no pressure) you get to the point of wanting to sell your jewelry, I hope you put me at the top of the list of buyers. Because I think your stuff is awesomely original and cool. Wow, thank you! If I ever get to the point of being able to produce on a reliable basis, I'll keep that in mind. |
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Post by Sara on Feb 12, 2010 19:58:00 GMT -5
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 12, 2010 20:15:01 GMT -5
*sigh* All great; some days, though, I really miss having a young healthy dog. Julia, being a virtuous housewife, BO-ring. |
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 12, 2010 20:29:09 GMT -5
Ha. I was infamous for killing house-plants until I started with orchids; all you have to do is remember not to pay much attention to them. Julia, sincerely: Phalenopsis are much harder to kill than silk plants. I agree; the only houseplants I have that are still alive post-Emily are my orchids. Haven't been watered in...I can't remember when. Spider plants are impossible to kill. James won one at a fair or something when he was little and since then it's been over watered, under watered, over heated, frozen, starved for nutrients, and over and underexposed to sunlight and despite it all it's continued to propagate many times over. |
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 12, 2010 20:42:42 GMT -5
So this is how it is. I'm a I child of two worlds really. There's the world of my high school, and the band, and here, where I learned about how to build and be part of an open, loving community where individuals are deeply connected to each other and give each other unconditional compassion and support. And then there's my birth family, where people never say what they mean or mean what they say, and never say what they are feeling or thinking and you always have to be on your guard about what you do decide to share and you have to find passive aggressive creative ways to deal with conflicts and get others to do what you want them to do. And you stick together despite it all because it's to everyone's advantage. What I've been discovering is that having experience in both worlds is a real boon in medicine. Cause on the one hand, we're expected to build and maintain that loving supportive community and make those positive connections with other people (colleagues/classmates and patients), to look at and touch and contemplate the places that just aren't polite to look at/touch/contemplate in conventional repressed society in order to achieve health and healing. But on the other hand, we're also expected always be positive even when we're pissed off, and if some one makes us want to strangle them we're supposed to smile and say thank you. And sometimes we have to come up with the most convoluted methods to affect the change of others since a direct approach just won't do. In case you were wondering, this is why doctors get so screwed up sometimes. It's an incredibly difficult mental balance to maintain and it wouldn't take much to get really screwed up. Thank god I have so much practice with this cognitive dissonance. I'm not in the best mood right now, in case you can't tell. And I'm eating some of the Chocolate Bombs left over from the bake sale even though my rule is desserts only on Sunday, dammit. Thanks for letting me vent. Oh yeah, we have to deal with that every day here at our clinic. We can't be blunt and tell people when they're doing something wrong and are an idiot, or if they've pissed us off for any reason. We have to put up with their shit with a smile on our faces and try our best to encourage them to do the right things for their pets without hurting their feelings or making them feel like they're being bad owners. And we have to indulge the clients, making each and every one of them feel like they are our number one clients and their pets are our favorite patients. The pet part isn't hard, fortunately--everyone here happens to love animals and we love getting to "coo" all over them. But the thing with the clients is a delicate balance and a fine line that I've been having trouble walking lately. I'm usually really good at putting a smile on my face and grinning through whatever idiocy or meanness clients throw at us, but lately I've been letting the stress and annoyance show through. If that is even part of what you are referring to, and if not, then never mind. ;D  Also, Yeah, that's pretty much the way it is. I mean, we're not directly interacting real patients yet, but we're expected to act in the manner we plan on using in the future when interacting with patients and colleagues, and we all know that our behavior is constantly being scrutinized by the faculty, staff, the greater community, and each other (because we are all scrutinizing everybody else). There's even some talk about school itself being bugged, and, while the faculty has denied it, it's really best just to act as if it really were bugged. Any outburst of emotion in public would be a major faux pas. |
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Post by Karen on Feb 12, 2010 20:45:19 GMT -5
I can see why Pebble Beach is so popular. The views on the golf course, with the ocean in the background are gorgeous! DVRing the Olympics to speed watch later. Such sad news about the luger (?) that was killed. And a shooting at the campus in Huntsville? Damn. |
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 12, 2010 20:48:47 GMT -5
So this is how it is. I'm a I child of two worlds really. There's the world of my high school, and the band, and here, where I learned about how to build and be part of an open, loving community where individuals are deeply connected to each other and give each other unconditional compassion and support. And then there's my birth family, where people never say what they mean or mean what they say, and never say what they are feeling or thinking and you always have to be on your guard about what you do decide to share and you have to find passive aggressive creative ways to deal with conflicts and get others to do what you want them to do. And you stick together despite it all because it's to everyone's advantage. What I've been discovering is that having experience in both worlds is a real boon in medicine. Cause on the one hand, we're expected to build and maintain that loving supportive community and make those positive connections with other people (colleagues/classmates and patients), to look at and touch and contemplate the places that just aren't polite to look at/touch/contemplate in conventional repressed society in order to achieve health and healing. But on the other hand, we're also expected always be positive even when we're pissed off, and if some one makes us want to strangle them we're supposed to smile and say thank you. And sometimes we have to come up with the most convoluted methods to affect the change of others since a direct approach just won't do. In case you were wondering, this is why doctors get so screwed up sometimes. It's an incredibly difficult mental balance to maintain and it wouldn't take much to get really screwed up. Thank god I have so much practice with this cognitive dissonance. I'm not in the best mood right now, in case you can't tell. And I'm eating some of the Chocolate Bombs left over from the bake sale even though my rule is desserts only on Sunday, dammit. Thanks for letting me vent. Sorry you're feeling down. Know that this sort of thing - the need to keep smiling when you don't feel like it, essentially - is needed in any profession which involves public contact, from working the counter at McDonalds to examining exasperating patients as a doctor. You've got to remain professional (and control your words and behavior) in all but the most exceptional of circumstances. You can't achieve this without a way to let off the steam that builds up - and that's what you're going to have to find in your life: Safe, constructive ways to let off steam. (Or yes, "screwed up" is exactly where you'll end up.) The S'cubie board is one way to vent. Getting a counselor to listen to you vent is another way. Physical activity works for some people. Vacations are important. I have confidence that you will figure it out, and find the balance you need. Yes, but there's that paradoxical combination of intimacy and distance that you don't see in every profession. I mean, medicine isn't the only profession that's like that, but it is a little unique among the public service industries. |
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 12, 2010 20:51:23 GMT -5
Holy crap, there's been a mass shooting at UA Huntsville. They've got the campus on lockdown.  OMG!! Keep us posted. |
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This is what happens when you don't plan ahead. On the other hand, running on impulse and inspiration and imagination is a lot more fun. 
OMG!! Keep us posted.