We are spending so much time on death in our Crisis & Trauma class that the Grim Reaper is in danger of getting a swelled head.
I am totally slacking. I should be reading a couple of chapters for C & T tomorrow. But I spent all day Sunday and today on schoolwork, and I’m over it. I’ve just now finished writing a reflection on my personal views of death and how they affect my worldview. Isn’t that enough? I’ll skim the chapters tomorrow. Instead I am writing to you, buying music, and watching the Giants vs. Panthers game from the other night.
That game? Sad. Just sad, I tell ya. Then again, so are my stats for the football pool this past week. Let this be a lesson to you all: apply the Multiple Choice Test rule to picking teams. Once you’ve circled one, don’t change it, especially late at night when your judgment may or may not be impaired by sleep deprivation. Live, learn and, no matter how badly an opposing team is imploding, don’t bet on the Buccaneers.
(That would be my late night change that never should have happened, like getting beer goggles and having to stifle a scream the following morning when you see who you’re sleeping next to.)
It’s not much, but here’s my homework for this week:
Mental Health Assessment, Diagnosis, and Treatment (Monday)
Write up a diagnosis of Mrs. Z
- Neurodevelopmental disorders
- Impulse, Oppositional, and Conduct disorders
- Eating disorders
DSM-IV-TR in Action:
- Ch. 5 Overview of Selected Childhood Disorders: The Disruptive Behavior Disorders
Selecting Effective Treatments:
- Ch. 2 Mental Disorders in Infants, Children, and Adolescents
- Ritalin Gone Wrong
- The Medicated Child
Assigned web pages on: Conduct Disorder, Tourettes, and Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
Crisis & Trauma Theory and Counseling (Tuesday)
Write a reflection on my personal ideas regarding death, and how they affect my worldview
Death and Dying, Life and Living:
- Ch. 14 Young and Middle Aged Adults
- Ch. 15 Older Adults
Appraisal and Its Application in Counseling (Thursday)
1 Take-home quiz that counts for 2
- Ch. 7 Reliability and Validity
Statistics for People Who (Think They) Hate Statistics:
*The DSM-5 is the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, 5th edition, used by mental health professionals in the U.S. It lists various disorders with their diagnostic criteria, description and specifiers, differential diagnoses and potential co-morbidity, etc.
As you can see, this native became restless and I decided to change things up. It still needs some work, but it’ll do for now.
Instead of choosing and customizing the theme, I really should have been doing some homework. I couldn’t begin to focus on that, though. Randy, who works harder than anyone I know and who therefore deserves a vacation more than anyone I know, had this week off from his full-time job. This is truly great, except that I never get anything done when he’s around. It’s not his fault; this is entirely on me. I have difficulty focusing on assignments sometimes, and when you throw Randy’s presence into the mix, the challenge multiplies tenfold. He’s home during the day tomorrow, too, so I really should stop writing now and get some work done tonight.
Yes, I think I’ll do that.
And finally, a third image.
In order to get pics in the featured strip, I have to post pics, one per post. It won’t let me do it retroactively, so I can’t set old images posted. Please feel free to ignore these posts, meant only to put images in that strip.
I’ve been drinking decaf tea.
I’ve taken a benedryl.
It’s 4:46 AM.
I don’t think I could be much more awake.
Four weeks of death, with some loss thrown in on the side.
No, I haven’t lost (or misplaced) anyone this month. It’s my Crisis and Trauma class. The prof’s specialty is dying and bereavement, so we’re getting heavy doses. I had to write a list of all of my personal losses (any loss, not just death) that I could remember, rating each as minor, moderate, or major. Seven pages later, I was unaccountably depressed.
No fear. I learned a long time ago to take time out and remind myself of my good qualities and accomplishments. I didn’t plunge into the depths of despair.
If she doesn’t stop bringing up Christian Grey, though, I just might. Tonight she let us know that she approved of his therapist.
Good to know.
I haven’t gotten that far yet. I’m only on p. 135 or thereabouts. They’ve just had sex, and his mother has let herself into his apartment, ready to burst into the bedroom. I figured that was a good stopping place.
I had to read about death, you see. And oppression, poverty, and mental illness. But mostly death. And some loss.
Speaking of loss, did you see how badly the 49ers got spanked by the Seahawks? Couldn’t happen to a better team. I’d like to think it will teach Harbaugh, QB Colin Kaepernick, etc. some humility, but I won’t hold my breath. I still need oxygen to exist.
I didn’t get all of my homework done.
I didn’t get all of my game watching done.
I didn’t get much reading done.
I guess you could say I found balance.
Again without fanfare, my cousin and her boyfriend seem to have worked things out. That’s good then.
I’m dividing my time just now between watching the Packers play the Redskins, mentally balancing the demands of school for the next couple of days with doing the things I want to do for myself, considering all of the health issues I have to address because I forget to make appointments during business hours (and let’s face it, I’m probably going to forget again), thinking about my future career, thinking about how many touchdowns I’ve seen today called back because some idiot incurred a penalty, and thinking that one of my cats is trying to get into the garbage. The last is more of a hunch than a thought, really.
When I’m not busy thinking, I go blank. I think (that word again!) it’s my mind’s way of taking a vacation from all of that thinking. My body would like to take a vacation, too.
Alaska would be lovely, please and thank-you.