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1) "crazies" - a non-flattering term that I use for all my mental health patients who got kicked out of their psychiatrists' or psychologists' offices only to land on my doorstep. Primary Care has been become the dumping ground for bipolars, schizophrenics, demented seniors, sociopaths, drug-seekers and borderline personalities. People that have fallen through (or in most cases, shoved through) the cracks by society and mental health specialists. Some well-meaning, low-paid and under-appreciated county worker rallies to get them medical insurance through MedicAid or Medicare and then sets them loose. They ricochet through ER's and 72 hour holds in the psych ward until some social worker gives them a piece of paper that says "Follow up with a primary care provider for refills on your medications". I have no problem treating their medical issues but I am NOT a psychiatrist or psychologist - If I wanted to be one, I could have gone into a Psych residency and ended up making more money with better hours. But I didn't, and I'd rather pluck out my eyelashes and eyebrows and eat them than deal with their psych issues.
Sorry, got caught up in a rant there for a moment. Anyway, this week sucked because all my worst head-cases came in to see me in a matter of a few days.
Some even came in twice.
2) the kid is all right - Peter had a cold (parents, you know what I'm talking about); and is officially doing fine; in fact, better than fine! That's all I'll say about that.
3) hypochondria solved - the problem with being a diagnostician and a closet realist is that you are going to be slightly hypochondriacal. The worse situation for a hypochondriac is when you're right - you are sick or have a disease.
I'm going to be a little vague here on purpose, but I was having a little problem, so of course I thought the worst, so I had a test and let's just say I got my "B-9" card punched. Whew.
4) the in laws are coming - Actually, they're here. Laura's parents are renting an apartment in St. Paul for a few months. They're escaping the oppressive heat of southwest Florida but are mainly here to see, spoil and spend time with the sole heir to the Mill's dynasty.
There's a saying about guests and fish after 3 days, but I'm glad they're here. My father-in-law helped me shovel about a ton of sand for Peter's new sandbox:
They also can watch Peter for a few hours and Laura can get some stuff done (like golf lessons, yay!) and de-stress a little. For everyone knows, if momma ain't happy, then nobody ain't happy.
I wanna keep momma happy.
5) my new toy - Well I finally go my new iPhone and it's pretty cool. One of the neat things I've done is downloaded an app that serves as my stroke coach and GPS on the water when I row. Here's my row in a double with Bruce this morning all mapped out:
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You should be able to zoom in and out. The breaks in the blue lines show when we stopped for water breaks, etc (it was pretty humid and hot even at 6:45 am). We only rowed about 5 miles because I had to go to a 8am meeting.
This really isn't a bad thing, but it's been keeping me busy. And I have to go to bed early in order to get up at 5:55am to row.
So, life goes on ... for most of us (sorry, Farrah and Jack-o). I just have to keep on reminding myself to stop and smell the roses. Some of them are pretty damn sweet ...
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