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Psychiatric Abuse: a Shockingly Undetailed Memoir
I am thinking about a blog post a friend of mine wrote today about her psych rotation, about inpatient mental health workers taking out their frustration on patients, sometimes in shockingly blatant ways ( Read more... ) -
Feria
From what I could tell, every town has it's own patron saint and every patron saint comes with a yearly Feria, or festival. I went on a small day trip to San Andres Xecul on their Feria day my very first week in Guatemala. It was a short trip and my first time on a "Chicken Bus". We wandered up to the square, oohed and ahed at the bright colored ( Read more... ) -
Upstream
On the bus on the way to my job interview today I found myself scribbling comics about the public health concept of upstream. Just in case anyone doesn't know, the metaphor goes that you see someone floating down the river and pull them out to keep them from drowning, then you see another, and another. After pulling out a few, it occurs to you ( Read more... ) -
Chicken Bus at the Border
I went on this epic journey this winter, one I had been planning for many years. I quit my job for the first time in years (something I used to do all the time) and threw caution to the wind that I'd find another before my money ran out. Right now, two months after returning home, with only two job interviews under my belt and no job to show for ( Read more... ) -
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I am fully acclimated to night shift it seems, taking naps all afternoon when i'm not on shift. The light is fading late enough that i actually see a little sun most days, but not enough to keep my vitaman D in the realm of not getting sick all the time. I won't even get into the gory details of the seasonal affective. Well, i will say, it's ( Read more... ) -
Public Amenities
Today an older man with grey hair sticking out straight from the side of his hat came ambling up to a corner in the loop with his walker. He was looking desperately at the Archer bus which had pulled up to the light but seemed ready to roll as the green was imminent. I found myself rooting for him audibly. Indeed, he made it to the bus just as ( Read more... ) -
Tales of a Washed Up Kitchen Top
I am going through a crisis about cooking. I wish i weren't a cook, wish i hadn't spent so much of my twenties and thirties learning arcane aspects of food preparation. Mostly, i wish i didn't care so much about my relationship to food and other people's relationship to my food. There's so much baggage and stress attached to food, everyone ( Read more... ) -
Eggplant and Rosemary
Last week i was riding home from work and i thought i should stop at stanley's produce, becuause it was open and i love stanleys and it's rare i happen to be riding past when it's open on my way home. It's also a good 8 miles from home. I had purchased a new bicycle panier/backpack which i love, but which is much smaller than my old ortlieb bags ( Read more... ) -
Not the shiniest couple weeks.
I'm eating oatmeal at 5:49 am, with a full glass of tea. A surprising stroke of morning preparedness for me. The clinicals this semester are kicking my ass, and not just from having to be there at 6:30 AM (though i am getting into that mode of wondering when my next migraine will be, and, please, let it be on a day when i don't have class). I ( Read more... ) -
Minneapolis: A True Dream Story
I had stopped by Simon's new place while I was on vacation in Minneapolis. It was tall and skinny, brick, old, with long hallways and small rooms. I'd be staying there but another friend “D”, a hybrid of Qilo and MK, was going to take me out for the day ( Read more... )