(sobering – plumb)
this lyric seemed just about perfect for one of the topics in today’s post…kind of two of them depending on how you look at it…not gonna say anymore about that…
This is going to be a huge mish-mash of random thoughts, because there are a lot of half-written blog posts in my brain and I couldn’t choose which one to fully write…
Sometimes hope looks like one bottle of soap shared between the shower, bathroom sink, and kitchen sink. It is incredibly inconvenient, but I have finally admitted to myself that the chances of going back to work at my former place of employment is highly unlikely and have been rejected from the other jobs in the area that seem at least somewhat relevant to my skill set and interests. And I am holding on to hope that it won’t be long before someone is so excited that I am available that they offer to hire me rather than just talk to me…if I could get a job without having to interview verbally I would be thrilled…especially because the person who was thrilled in August to be my mentor cancelled our meeting in September and hasn’t answered my emails since. Speaking of going back to work…I am also realizing that although my shirt says see a red flag say something, that is a lot easier said than done. It is a lot easier to see the red flags when you are more removed from the situation…and when you do see them it is hard to say something if you don’t have a safe venue to share that finding.
But I think I am still keeping the amount of hope realistic. Today I decided on a list of places I am interested in applying for residencies next year if I end up in a position to do so. I honestly don’t know what my ideal plan is right now. Most of me says the goal is get a job somewhere before it becomes a possibility to apply this year, work for a while and figure it out later, another part of me has this master plan depending upon what position I get and the timeline of exactly how long I will stay and when residency application will occur…and a third part of me says you can’t go into a job planning when you are going to leave…it worked for me once, but who is to say it will work for me again. It also is hard because none of these plans align at all with the plans I had in my head a year ago regarding what my path would look like. And I really don’t want to move a million more times, but at the same time, I don’t know if I really want to end up in some of these positions forever…and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I am terrified of missing the red flags or ignoring red flags and ending up in another scary situation…what if I run and instead of finding something better I just find a different unwelcome challenge? But at the same time, I can’t do nothing and any job with an income is probably a better option long term than doing nothing and eventually running out of savings. Moving is not fun and is incredibly expensive, but it is possible.
Sometimes you have spent so long surviving that you get really good at it but forget how to live when you no longer need to survive. I don’t remember where this quote came from, but it is incredibly true.
Recently I was doing a CE about suicide prevention. One of the things brought up was the risk level of pharmacists for suicide. As I knew, this is a topic that has not really been studied, so is not fully known. What I did not know is that pharmacists are seven times less likely to seek help than physicians, because pharmacists are good at caring for their patients but tend to have a lot of stigma towards themselves and their colleagues. This is relevant because physicians are known to have a higher than average suicide rate which is suspected to be in part because physicians are not good at seeking help because it is hard to willingly admit that you need to be on the other side of care…but it is known that people who seek help are less likely to successfully complete a suicide. So I thought about this. I am okay-ish at help-seeking. Because of my history I do avoid some of what might seem like the more obvious avenues until I really feel like I might need them because I want to protect myself from things that in the past have led to further hurt, but I find other ways to get my needs met…but I have definitely experienced this year the stigma coming from other people aimed at me.
So…a few weeks ago which by the time I decide to post this might be months or more ago, ‘cause it could be days months or never when I finally post this and I don’t want to keep re-writing the timeframe…I heard somewhere…IDK whether it was a counselor on youtube, someone on the TTFA podcast, or somewhere else, but I heard that healing from significant trauma or grief starts at 18 to 24 months. Not finishes. Not makes significant progress. Starts. Yikes. Yep, I made it to that point only recently…and to be honest, the incredibly slow “progress” I was experiencing *did* incredibly speed up about that time. I mean, there were definitely some slow downs secondary to other stressors outside of the grief experience (aka some things going on at work), but the going from zero sleep to 4-6 hours of sleep took two years. Over the past couple months aside from the past couple weeks, that has increased to 6-7 hours a lot of nights…and I totally do still really miss my dad and wish I could talk with him and be with him, but it doesn’t hurt as much. And people sometimes talk about transitional objects…and I never really thought of my necklace that way because I planned to wear it all day every day forever…and over maybe the past month or so I once in a while do not put it on first thing in the morning or even if I’m running late might leave my apartment without it and while I still wear it a lot, not wearing it would have been a huge issue just a few months ago…for that matter, there were times I was super struggling with my OCD and EVERYTHING was getting wiped down pretty close to daily including my glasses, skin, nametag, pen, the inside of the pencap, sometimes even taking apart the pen to clean the inside but the necklace despite not being willing to wipe it down in case the words faded away was still worn.
And realizing that timing kinda makes me angry. There was someone who not just insinuated but said to my face that this person thought that the loss of my dad made me not a good residency candidate and perhaps I shouldn’t move forward with the residency process. I chose to chalk that up to not understanding the grief process, not understanding that life can’t be put on hold indefinitely, and not understanding that residency is important to me and my dad would not want to get in the way of my dreams…and this person also obviously had no way of knowing that a little under two years prior to that I’d been having the same thoughts as I was trying to work towards PGY-1 applications but was also not sure where I was going in life anymore because your girl who was so passionate about critical care and emergency response was now avoiding responding to emergencies and really struggling with end of life. Obviously I got through that and not only that, the passion returned and I absolutely loved my nicu and picu rotations and my opportunities to respond to pediatric emergencies. And honestly, the fact that someone was telling me that in regards to PGY-2 when I’d successfully completed year one was also probably something I should have considered a little more deeply, but anyway, it is frustrating that without even seeing my abilities or taking the time to understand or even ask how or if this might impact my work I was being discounted for something that happened two years ago. Had I been asked I would have been happy to share how it had impacted me in the past and how I anticipated it may impact me in the future. I would have been happy to share things in the past year that I had learned about my grief and how I was using that to ensure I was doing everything I could to keep my grief from impacting my work. Until that was brought up as a mark against me in September, I felt like it was an incredibly important part of my story for people around me to know. Not only is it part of my identity, but I thought I needed people to know in advance that while the support of routine and normalcy around me is helpful for me that I might struggle on a few particular days and therefore may need unexpected time off, but would prefer not to plan that time off in advance in order to allow me to have that normalcy if I was doing well enough to function appropriately in my role. Now if I had it to do again I don’t know if the answer would have been to plan in advance to somehow find an excuse to have those days off without explaining why and therefore lose out on any possibility of normalcy or if I should have planned on a no notice call out if I wasn’t doing well enough to come in. I feel like the respectful thing is to do what I did and give the advance notice that I might need a day or two off rather than doing a last minute call out when I can’t do it that morning, but I mean, as it turns out I didn’t need time off, and clearly being honest was used against me. But it is never wrong to do the right thing. I guess it is kind of the no good deed goes unpunished kind of thing…
In reflecting further, it is incredible the difference in the response of this person versus the response I got a little over a year prior to that…
The response before was you are strong, you can do this. It was a question of is there anything I can do to help you. It was an email with probably 7-10 options for support that for the most part were very practical and had considered what might be helpful for me specifically. I copied that list onto a post-it note in my notebook to cross off as I accessed them, and a lot of them I was able to do right away, but the list stayed hidden in my notebook for most of the rest of my year. That is so different than the response this year that I shouldn’t even be doing a residency. Whereas last year my staffing got modified in the spring when I acknowledged that it would help me, this year I hadn’t even asked yet for any modifications to the program to assist in my healing, and yet the fact that I had this loss was used as evidence that I wasn’t residency material and wasn’t safe for patient care. I was so careful each morning to make sure that I could safely and effectively fulfill my responsibilities. I will be the first to acknowledge that there was at least one day last year I really shouldn’t have been at work. I got through the day, and I wasn’t unsafe, but I also didn’t deserve a full day of pay for the level of work I was able to complete. This year there wasn’t a day that my grief reached that level. Every day I came to work ready to do my best regardless of what got thrown at me. I worked really hard to try to get work done in the breakroom or wherever else I was supposed to work. I was consistently on time or early. And it isn’t like anyone would have known anything was going on in my life if I hadn’t been open and honest about it. I wasn’t wearing my heart on my sleeve. I don’t think you should have to hide how you are feeling except for in patient care areas, but that is how I generally operate, because it is what has kept me safe in the past…honestly, I hide it and I try to distract away from my pain because a lot of times things feel like too much. The only way I know how to survive is to try to numb everything so that I only have to process the pieces that fall out of the over-stuffed box. It might not be the ideal way to deal with things based on psychology textbooks, but it is what has gotten me through life so far and that probably isn’t going to change any time soon.
And I’m feeling like I probably already said way more than I should have on that topic…and I’m trying to figure out if I go ahead and post it anyway or if I edit out those paragraphs…I could probably write five or six blog posts worth of material just on that one topic…and it is hard because this was supposed to be the completion of my dreams, and instead it became a nightmare that I didn’t feel safe telling anyone about…and still talk about mostly in very vague terms because honestly I am still afraid.
So…something else that made me feel angry recently but on a very different level was a guy on a street corner. In my experience, people with portable microphones say a lot of ignorant and stupid things on street corners. I don’t know what it is about owning a portable microphone that makes people’s brains incapable of using logic, but anyway, this particular guy’s soapbox was something along the lines of everyone, I need your attention. You have a choice right now to do the right thing. You can either choose Jesus and walk up to this trash can to throw away your mask, or you can live in sin and your dirtiness will send you to hell if you follow the mask and vaccine mandates of your employers. There are so many problems with this message that I don’t even know where to start…I mean, probably a big one is that God makes it very clear that we are to follow the rules of those in authority over us…and that you absolutely can both choose Jesus AND get vaccinated according to the CDC immunization schedules and wear a mask when those in charge request that you do so…hashtag not saying just saying…
Also, I need to edit (or just delete) my half-finished Christmas letter…Among other things, I may have written myself into starting a position today that I haven’t even interviewed for…for that matter, the way in which I wrote it, I don’t really know if I was actually writing myself into a position that I applied for that definitely exists, or if my original intent was a job that isn’t currently available…so there’s that…