The week after Thanksgiving I headed out to Whidbey Island, off the coast of Seattle, for The Self as Source of the Story (SAS), a writing retreat/seminar with Christina Baldwin. I’ve worked with Christina in the past so I knew I was in for a treat: Five full days to...read more
A client recently described a situation where she basically watched herself behave like a self-conscious, insecure teenager (she’s middle-aged) and she couldn’t stop herself. “I told myself to stop thinking about it and I did…for about 10 seconds. Then I was right...read more
Last time I posted to this blog, I wrote about how I almost bailed on my Intro to Standup class (and myself.) But I didn’t. I stuck it out. I went to every class and I got on stage every time after week 3, when I sat in my seat praying class would end before my turn...read more
I almost bailed on the Intro to Standup class I took this summer. (I wrote about it here.) Some of the people in my class had been doing standup for years; others had only tried it a few times. I’m pretty sure I was the only one who’d never done it before. Or maybe I...read more
A couple of month ago, I got an email from ImprovBoston letting me know registration was open for the next session of classes. Over the past few years, I’ve taken a few improv classes and I thought it would be fun (and slightly scary) to take another one. But the next...read more
One evening, my husband and I were cleaning up the kitchen and I noticed an empty carton of ice cream on the counter. “You finished the ice cream?” I asked. “Yup,” he said, continuing to load the dishwasher. “Wow,” I said, “that was fast.” He just nodded and kept...read more
I had a great day yesterday. I got up early with my son and we got ready for the day together. I dropped him off at school and had a great workout at the Y, then I showered and ate an early lunch that was healthy and delicious. I worked on an important project for a...read more
For some reason—okay, maybe because I’m working on a big, scary goal—I got the image of me and fear sitting on a park bench. Or should I say Fear? Anyway, we sat down on this park bench together to talk. The sky was full of angry, dark clouds roiling in the gusty...read more
First Do No Harm
When we complain about a situation, or “vent,” we are actually releasing some of the pressure we feel when we are in the situation, so it feels slightly less intolerable.
This is not necessarily a good thing.read more
I remember asking a new patient I’d just put on an antidepressant to come back and see me within two weeks and again after she’d been on the medication for six weeks.
“Why, so you can make more money off me?”
Once upon a time, doctors wrote short notes about their patients so they would remember what they’d been thinking about when the patient was last seen. They’d write down the symptoms, the physical exam, and the diagnosis and treatment plan. Enough so they or one of...read more
Once when I was a resident, I rotated with a brilliant specialist for a month. He was funny, didn’t suffer fools gladly, and he was very good to his patients. One day we walked briskly to the door of one of his exam rooms. He pulled the patient chart from the holder...read more
I had a colleague once, when I was working at a residency, who gave what I thought was great advice to the residents with regard to the EMR: “Write a crappy note now, or a crappier note later.” Now, I know this is not what you want to hear, but truthfully, is your...read more