Saturday, December 13, 2008

The flood

Well, it finally happened. I had a major meltdown this week. I suppose it was bound to happen, sooner or later. I mean, the stress has pretty much been unending all year: Marcus’ two surgeries and his slow recovery, the bad evaluation I got at work in June, my heart attack in July, my angioplasty in August, Gabriel’s deteriorating condition since September, my mother’s stroke in October, the financial hit of missing so much work and paying medical bills. Through it all, I’ve been quite depressed, but have shed very few tears…until this week. Once the dam was breeched, the trickle of tears became a flood that lasted well over 12 hours.

So what was the straw that broke the camel’s back? (I know I’m mixing metaphors, but I guess my brain is still drying out.) Since it involves work, I can’t go into too many details, but the bottom line was this: I was disrespected. My professional opinion to discharge a patient was questioned and the company is sending another therapist in to re-evaluate the patient and give a second opinion. Never mind my 30 years of experience in the field…I have someone second guessing my professional judgment. I wish I could quit, but the reality of needing to stay with this company so I qualify for health insurance and FMLA (and maybe long term disability) overrides my self-respect.


Thom said...

I am amazed that you held it together this long. I've had a least three meltdowns this year - all work related. With this economy there are no jobs available and I really need that health insurance to pay for my 10 post-heart attack meds (and specialists and stress tests). I completely understand.