I haven’t posted in 2 months and haven’t blogged regularly in the past year (21 posts in 12 months is lousy) for a lot of reasons. This time last year I was diagnosed with MS so I was spending my web time researching rather than writing. I was also in the throws of a yoga teacher training program and then my husband was laid off and I needed to get my speech certification back, pronto, which lead to a month of online continuing education credits which took me into the craziness of the holiday season which then lead me to a 2 month long job search which then lead me back to work.
First off, KUDOS to all of the full time, “I-have-a-career-not-a-job” working mothers out there. You rock. You’re way more woman that I’ll ever be. Could I do it? Absolutely. Would I want to do it? Absolutely not. I’ve never once been a career type of girl. I like jobs that end when you leave and health care can fit that bill since you can’t take your patients home with you, but the paperwork piece does linger. Honestly, my biggest time suck these last 6 months has been creating forms.
Forms for speech, language, cognitive, voice and swallowing problems. Forms to assess speech, language, cognitive, voice and swallowing problems. Forms to document said assessments. Forms to document progress or explain my reasons for discharge. Forms that can be read by a doctor, another speech therapist and an insurance claims adjuster. Forms that comply to all of the asinine medicare standards. Forms that I can fill out while I’m also assessing a patient and speaking to the spouse. Forms that ensure payment. Forms. Forms. Forms.
I started working at a place that didn’t have an establish adult outpatient program, so there were no speech forms to use. I work for a company that doesn’t have separate PT, OT and Speech departments, so I didn’t have a speech boss to look over my forms (which would’ve saved me a TON of time). My boss’ background is in physical therapy, so I couldn’t ask her about speech specific forms or the lack thereof. My co-worker is a pediatric speech therapist that types up narrative reports, so it didn’t seem helpful to ask her and frankly, it’s not her job to oversee the creation of the forms that I need. The hospital speech therapists use an electronic documentation system, as does the home health therapist, so basically I was on my own. In retrospect, it was the best way to re-familiar myself with my field even though it did cost me about a month of my life that I’ll never get back (or get paid for).
Another reason my blogging took a dive was because sometime this summer a co-worker said, “Hey I found your blog online”.
I was worried because as you might remember, I say fuck a lot. I’ve said it 3 times in this post alone. What will my co-workers think of me? And what about my patients? Can they handle my potty mouth? Should they? Most importantly, since I tend to use my blog to bitch about things in my life one could deduce that I would bitch about work. I wasn’t sure how that was going to affect my blogging, or my ability to stay employed (YIKES!). Therefore, I thought it best to wait until I was acclimated to my new life as a working woman before pulling out my keyboard as I’m much calmer now that all the forms are finished and I’ve adjusted to the gig.
The other reason for my blogging decrease was out of fear that my focus would narrow too much. I didn’t want this place to turn into a full time Multiple Sclerosis blog. Or a yoga blog. Or a speech therapy / health care blog. Not that there’s anything wrong with that – I just don’t want to reinvent the wheel as there are already tons of amazing blogs on the web that address all of the above brilliantly.
Suffice it to say, I feel as though I’ve officially transformed from Linda-stay-at-home-mom, to Linda-working-mom while carefully pulling these new aspects of my reality into the fold. Facets such as MS patient; Yoga teacher/studio coordinator; and Speech therapist have been carefully blended with mom, wife, friend, daughter and sister and now finally, blogger.
Looking back, I’m relieved that I didn’t write about this past year as it unfolded. I’m glad I chose to simply experience it as it happened and allow myself the luxury of processing it. Needless to say I have lots to tell you and who knows, I might even be able to do it without all of the cussing.