Thanks for all the healing wishes. I am into day 3 of the anitbiotics and hopefully they will help my tooth "settle down" (dentist speak for fix itself without any further interference from her). The only problem is that antibiotics really tear up my stomach. Only 4 more days.....
I have not worked on the Wildflowers shawl much because I have been trying to finish up some holiday knitting. I didn't start out to make gifts for people because I don't like deadline knitting but somehow it turns out that I feel like making small gifts for special people in my life. So, I am knitting but can't really show it off until after Christmas. I can say that I might be knitting some Saucy socks out of the yarn I bought from Jessie. And I might point out that one is finished and the pattern is really easy and goes very fast. Kate commented that they look kind of like monkey socks. I really like them.
One of my coworkers said something that made me stop and think yesterday. She reminded me that we have been through uncomfortable times here at our place of employment and that they never last. (She and I have both been here for over 14 years). She reminded me that sometimes we have to just keep our heads down and keep on moving forward and that I really do like my job an awful lot. I have been keeping my head down, not volunteering for things and just doing my job. I am helpful if asked but not putting myself out there. Retrenching is a good word for it. I know that some day in the future, I will have forgotten how I felt a few weeks ago and I will be throwing myself wholeheartedly into the thick of things. It's how I am.
I went to a training yesterday on Ethics and Teaching Social Work students. It was interesting and I got to knit for the whole three hours. It was great. I learned that as of Sept 9th I can no longer call myself a social worker here in the commonwealth of pennsylvania. Why you ask? Because my degree is not in social work. It doesn't matter that the work I do each and every day is social work or that I have taken hours and hours of trainings outside of work in the field of social work, I am not a social worker here in pennsylvania. If I go across the river to new jersey, I can be a social worker there. Here, I am a Case Manager. No difference in the job I do or the money I get, just a title.
I am reading an interesting book, The DM-ID. It's the Diagnostic Manual for Individuals with Intellectual Disabilities and mental health disorders. It's hard enough to have one diagnosis but to be faced with two. It boggles the mind. This is not light, bedtime reading. It's interesting because part of my job is to deal with people with intellectual disabilities (formerly developmental disabilities; formerly formerly mental retardation) who also have a psychiatric diagnosis. It's hard to tell if the delusions are a part of the ID or are schizophrenia. And there is no empiric data that says that medications are effective. Yet, the families all want medication to control the often disruptive, explosive behaviors. I can't blame them. It's a tough job they have and I try my best to offer as much support as I can. It can be a fulfilling, heartbreaking job. And I still love it.
Not a social worker, but still out there doing the work. That's me.