So here we are, ready to begin another week. This is my 8th full week on internship! Yay! The days are going by very quickly, most of the time. On Wednesday, I had a no-show on my intake. I had just come out of a meeting in a very cold room, and I couldn't get warmed up, despite having a sweater on over my clothes. I was trying to do some stuff on the computer, but I was sooooo sleepy. I decided to put my head down on my desk just to see how it felt. I so wanted to fall asleep, but I knew I had another meeting and didn't want to have desk marks on my face. I've got two testing cases I'm working on currently, I've got my co-occurring group at Perinatal, and I have a weekly caseload of six clients, plus others who are biweekly. That number will continue to rise, of course. I do 2-3 intakes a week, and then I end up having to do screenings, crisis interventions, and mental status checks at various times.
We had a pretty chill weekend, with no commitments. Just the usual church, shopping, laundry routine. Ramy got the carpets professionally cleaned on Friday, so the catpets were still wet until Saturday, but all furniture is back in place. We watched Slumdog Millionaire on Friday night, then A Time To Kill was on last night. Other than Rebecca's injury on Saturday, it was a pretty uneventful weekend. By the way, Rebecca is fine. All Saturday afternoon, I klept trying to check in her mouth. Finally, she heaved a sigh and said, "My mouf not hurt, Mama." No complaints when eating or brushing her teeth, so all must be well.
Some people to pray for:
Our friend Marilyn (AKA "Aunt Mimi") - I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that she had fallen and messed up her back. Unfortunately, she fell again and broke both ankles. Medical chaos has ensued in the form of some heart and lung problems, but, true to form, she's recovering from surgery on both ankles, but still has a host of other issues going on. She'll be moving to a rehabiliation hospital sometime this week, Lord willing.
Aunt Margaret is home after a couple of weeks of initial recovery at my cousin Lynn's house. Hopefully, she will be eating and drinking and gaining strength more now that she is in her familiar environment. She ventured out for lunch with my mom yesterday, so that's a good sign.
Laura Beck will be beginning the next phase of battle against cancer. She's been having terrible pain since her most recent slate of brain surgeries, and going into heavy radiation and chemo when you've already got intractable pain doesn't seem to be the best way it could happen. Please pray for manageable pain and her ability to tolerate her treatments, and for her family who have to be more exhausted and weary than there are words to describe.
One of my other honorary mothers (Donna) has a daughter (Kari) who is also quite ill. Her situation was grave, but she is improving and is off a ventilator. There will be many difficult days ahead though, and Kari and Donna both need divine strength to get through them.
My friend Julie's husband is still looking for a job in New York. Julie starts her internship next week. They got childcare for Addie, so she's all set, but it would definitely make the transition to being a full-time working mom a lot easier if she weren't also having to play a single mother! Please send an IT job raining down from heaven.
Speaking of jobs, our Nanny Rebecca's husband got laid off, and this is his last week. He's interviewed for a promising job, but no word yet. Please pray he gets good news in the form of a job offer!
And now for something totally different:
Some Rebecca funnies:
Sometimes Rebecca gets tired of my photo-snapping habit. I was taking pictures of her this weekend and she said, "No more pictures again, Mama." She held her hand up to the camera, just like a star trying to avoid the paparazzi!
When you ask Rebecca what her full name is, she says, "I'm Becca Cisneros and a Finapino!"
When Rebecca woke up from her nap yesterday, I was out doing some shopping. When I came in, she ambled over to me and got in the chair next to me at the dining room table. She looked sideways at me and said, "So, how's your day?" as though she is 30 instead of 2 1/2.
Somehow Rebecca has learned a bit about knock-knock jokes. In the car yesterday, she looked over at Ramy and said, "Knock, knock." Ramy asked, "Who's there?" Rebecca said, "Me!" Ramy, still thinking it might be a joke, said, "Me who?" Then she got a little miffed and said, "Becca Cisneros!"
Last night, Rebecca was lying in our bed while I was doing some ironing. She looked at the wedding picture of Ramy and me, which was on our dresser. Rebecca exclaimed, "You nook [look] so piddy in 'dat picture, Mommy!" I was telling her that it was from mommy and daddy's wedding day. About that time Ramy came in and Rebecca said to him, "You nook piddy too in 'dat picture, Daddy!"
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