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Having a TERRIBLE Week
This week has, for lack of a better word, sucked. I can't wait for it to be over so we can get on with the beautiful, warm weekend we are supposed to have... and so I can have a little time to just sit and remember how to breathe.
I have been yelled at or criticized every time I turn around.
On Tuesday, my boss started the whole "You are not in the lab enough" crap yet again. What made it worse was that Monday I worked until 6:30 and last night I didn't get home until after 8pm; it just happened that on Tuesday, I had doctor appointments (pain clinic and psychiatrist) and a two-hour class that HE is making me take. I hate that this class is for second-year grad students and he is making me take it even though I am six years post Ph.D. -- it makes me feel devalued, like he thinks I'm stupid. And I hate that he makes me take this class, and then yells at me for going to it!!
Luckily, I was able to discuss these issues with my psychiatrist that afternoon; after hearing about my day she insisted I needed to go home immediately after our session despite his whining. Not only did she see emotional pain in me, she saw physical pain -- "Your bladder is hurting, isn't it?" Yes, it was -- and it felt good to have it validated. We discussed my boss, and we both agreed that with my myriad conditions, I really do need to get out of bench research. She asked what I wanted. I said to write, to teach... something in that line. In the only potential stroke of luck this week, she is married to someone rather famous in the science world, she said her husband was looking for scientific writers to add to his team. Of course, she cannot get in the middle of that, but it was a great tip that I am now following up on.
In addition, my husband decided to pick that day to be critical about the way I do certain things ... and after logging on here, I found a rather critical PM in my box as well. (My husband has since apologized... yet I still feel the sting.)
Of course, I am in the midst of the Come-and-Go type of flare... severe for a few days, then goes away, and then... hey, I was just teasing, I'm back!! The working late does not help; neither does knowing that no matter how late I work, I'm still not working enough to please Dr. Slavedriver, my boss.
I am also in pain in my hips. Recently, I was diagnosed with probable osteoarthritis in both hip joints. When I was younger, I was a competitive gymnast, practicing 3-6 hours a day, and my hips took a hell of a beating during that time, so it is not that surprising. I'm just annoyed that I am just about to turn 33, but walk like my 93 year old grandma in the mornings. Anyway, the pain is horrible today -- not only was I on my feet for hours yesterday, we are supposed to have big storms today and that often triggers the pain.
ARRRRGHHHH. OK, I just needed to get all that out. I feel better
I have been yelled at or criticized every time I turn around.
On Tuesday, my boss started the whole "You are not in the lab enough" crap yet again. What made it worse was that Monday I worked until 6:30 and last night I didn't get home until after 8pm; it just happened that on Tuesday, I had doctor appointments (pain clinic and psychiatrist) and a two-hour class that HE is making me take. I hate that this class is for second-year grad students and he is making me take it even though I am six years post Ph.D. -- it makes me feel devalued, like he thinks I'm stupid. And I hate that he makes me take this class, and then yells at me for going to it!!
Luckily, I was able to discuss these issues with my psychiatrist that afternoon; after hearing about my day she insisted I needed to go home immediately after our session despite his whining. Not only did she see emotional pain in me, she saw physical pain -- "Your bladder is hurting, isn't it?" Yes, it was -- and it felt good to have it validated. We discussed my boss, and we both agreed that with my myriad conditions, I really do need to get out of bench research. She asked what I wanted. I said to write, to teach... something in that line. In the only potential stroke of luck this week, she is married to someone rather famous in the science world, she said her husband was looking for scientific writers to add to his team. Of course, she cannot get in the middle of that, but it was a great tip that I am now following up on.
In addition, my husband decided to pick that day to be critical about the way I do certain things ... and after logging on here, I found a rather critical PM in my box as well. (My husband has since apologized... yet I still feel the sting.)
Of course, I am in the midst of the Come-and-Go type of flare... severe for a few days, then goes away, and then... hey, I was just teasing, I'm back!! The working late does not help; neither does knowing that no matter how late I work, I'm still not working enough to please Dr. Slavedriver, my boss.
I am also in pain in my hips. Recently, I was diagnosed with probable osteoarthritis in both hip joints. When I was younger, I was a competitive gymnast, practicing 3-6 hours a day, and my hips took a hell of a beating during that time, so it is not that surprising. I'm just annoyed that I am just about to turn 33, but walk like my 93 year old grandma in the mornings. Anyway, the pain is horrible today -- not only was I on my feet for hours yesterday, we are supposed to have big storms today and that often triggers the pain.
ARRRRGHHHH. OK, I just needed to get all that out. I feel better
Janie
We girls gotta stick together, lol.
Volunteer
I am also sorry that someone felt the need to send you a less than nice PM. 
The first part of mine was that way, too - but it's looking better now. I hope yours takes a turn for the better, too.
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