It has apparently been 18 weeks since I last posted. In that time I've done plenty of therapy for school and pretty much did my share of planning (maybe slightly less rather than more) of the most amazing wedding which is still leaving me dazzled with wonderment and gratitude. Tomorrow morning my bride and I get on a plane for Mexico where we ( Read more... )

Over a month ago(!) I posted the recipe I created of making polenta in my poach pods. That same day I emailed the manufacturer a link to my recipe and asked them if they knew anyone else coming up with interesting uses for the devices. They responded with some excitement about my creation, asked if they could link to it from their website (which ( Read more... )

My schedule is filling up with clients, though some of it is kind of phantom scheduling as I'm waiting for them to commit to certain times. That doesn't include the groups that others are planning with which I would like to be involved, nor necessarily the parents of a fellow intern's client who I sort of put myself out there as possibly free to ( Read more... )

( Another dream )

Last weekend was PantheaCon down in San Jose, where Dorie and I worked in the operations department. As this was the second year I worked the con, I'd been promoted beyond newbie status - a fact driven home when I went on my first roving shift as the senior member, showing a new guy how we work. I had a moment of "Eep! I don't even know what I'm ( Read more... )

Last week's easy first session was followed with a very difficult one. After finding a lot of countertransference (my first big countertransferrential reaction in the field!) when writing up my process notes later on that evening and then speaking with my individual supervisor yesterday about tightening up my therapeutic frame, I feel better. The ( Read more... )

Today I saw my first clients. It appears that a common fear among therapist interns is being asked if they've "ever done this before" at their first session; I wasn't aware of holding that particular worry inside myself today, but I'll try to take in the flipside: I have now officially done this before should any subsequent client inquire ( Read more... )

Cobain is doing much better, though is now demanding fancier food than just dry kibble. My relief at his recovery has made swallowing this new finickyness mostly palatable.

Mostly.

My frantic pace, driven by the start of practicum and classes and doubled first by proposal preparations and now wedding plans, shifted into a brand new gear with Cobain's illness. Now I'm trying to resist my own cold-like ailment and watching my ancient puppy recover from the unidentified infectious agent which landed him in the vet hospital on ( Read more... )

I checked my cellphone and it was exactly 8:30PM. This meant that my friends should all have arrived in the garage downstairs and would be coming to the apartment any minute now. Suddenly, a buzzer began to sound which confused me more than it otherwise would have because I was listening for scratches on the door. Still, it only took thirty ( Read more... )