Rebecca and I are enjoying a lazy Friday at home. This morning, we ended a power struggle over taking her medicine that had been going on since yesterday. We'll see if she will take it again tonight though. You know, you can force medicine into a toddler's mouth, but you really can't force them to swallow it.
I got another offer for an interview this morning. I'll be interviewing at the Loma Linda VA on January 9. So that's exciting. As I told my friend Julie, I'm kind of like a junkie when it comes to interview news. I get an offer for an interview, and I relax for awhile, because I've gotten my fix. Then it quickly wears off and I'm anxious to hear from more places again.
I finished all the grading for my Project Personality Assessment class lab and got all those returned to them yesterday. Then I met my friend Julie and had lunch with her and Baby Adelaide, and we had the opportunity to chat and commiserate about the stressfulness of the internship interview wait. I have to do my finals for my religion and neuropsych assessment classes sometime this weekend, but apparently I'm not too concerned about either of them, since I haven't done more than glance at them. Instead, I've shopped online for suggestions to give Santa about toys Rebecca might want for Christmas. I've worked on our Christmas cards. And I've worked on my own Christmas list!
Tomorrow evening, we have a Knights of Columbus party to attend, and Santa will be making an appearance to give out toys. Not sure what Rebecca will think of Santa, but hopefully she'll at least not cry. Rebecca is a sensitive sort. She wants to lead the dogs like they are on leashes. She had Sydney by the ring on her collar and was walking around with her (she was being gentle). We told her to be gentle and be careful not to hurt Sydney, just as a warning, and Rebecca's face crumpled and she started crying. Then she got down and was kissing Sydney's face. I think the idea of hurting Sydney just hurt Rebecca's feelings.
This was a bittersweet week for me at Casa Colina. On Wednesday, I learned that several of my long-term clients in my Women's Group were being discharged. Some because they are ready to just go for outpatient therapy, some because they've just maximized the recovery they can make and will now be going to another level of care, and some because of insurance and who will be back in January when the clock "resets". We spend a lot of time in that kind of place talking about and working toward their improvements and rehabilitation, but there does indeed come a time in which they've really made all the improvement they can and they and their families have to figure out how to go on with a new normal that will never be normal again. We had to have a conference with a family this week where the wife admitted she doesn't want her husband to come back home, because he isn't the same man she married (his brain injury affected his personality in an unpleasant way). Then I have a client whose family is working so hard to maximize her recovery but is also making plans for how they'll pull together to care for her after they've exhausted efforts at rehabilitation.
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