Up The Farway Tree

R.E.S.P.E.C.T

It is me again! I am trying to update more often so that I don't have to write epic entries when I do finally get round to it. I have said this before though and it never lasts (or I just write epic entries more often).

I had really horrible couple of days at work this week and it is at these times I wonder why I do the job I do. I can't really talk about the specifics of work on my blog (confidentiality and all that) but it was basically about having to take abuse from patients. One involved a torrent of very personal insults and the second was a very angry threatening behaviour incident where I was rather scared and did half the consultation standing beside the clinic door, hand on handle. In psychiatry I am used to seeing lots of illness driven behaviour where people are really not responsible for their actions and it goes over the top of my head but these particular incidents were nothing to do with illness. I suppose it is actually the same for anyone working with the public and doctors are unfortunately not immune. The time of people having some respect for doctors is long gone and there is even less respect for psychiatrists (in fact most people don't even know we are doctors). It's not that I think doctors should have special respect but just the kind of respect anyone would expect to be treated with - after all I am doing the job because I care about people and I genuinely want to help them. It's not all bad though and I guess it all makes for a varied working life...or something.

I also managed to have coffee with my friend this week and Seb was very embarrassing. 10 minutes after her arrival he appeared with her boot from the hallway as no one was paying him any attention. I took that off him and gave him a toy. 5 minutes later he appeared with the other boot. I shut him in the room with us and gave him another toy. He then got out his toy phone and started ringing it then looking around to see if we were looking (it is a soft toy phone that rings instead of squeaks). This is what he does when he is really attention seeking. Eventually he fell asleep but on wakening he decided it was dinner time and disappeared to the kitchen where he started rattling his bowl loudly as a signal he wanted dinner. I ignored this but then two minutes later he was drumming loudly on the utility room door where the food is kept and then came back into the living room and stood and stared....and stared....and stared. He likes to get his message across. It is like having a small naughty child in my house.

Anyway that is a long enough update I think :-) I have a quiet weekend planned so hopefully can just chill out a bit before another week begins..