viking

Once again I’ve not had any time to blog. Work has been heinous. I can’t seem to stop the flood wave of new patients coming through my porthole.  If I ‘have a life’ meaning I spend an evening doing something pleasant**, this deprives me of time to dictate charts, which displaces blogging time.

 

I’ve been in a sour mood this week, and not just from the leeching of Time. I’m feeling unappreciated; just a means to something (usually a prescription). The lack of concrete praises normally doesn’t faze me. Once in awhile The Child pushes the Ego out of the CEO chair of The Board in my Psyche, resulting in the emotional appetite for warm fuzzies and a bear hug.

 

In “The Lion in Winter” the King and Queen are quarreling which of their three sons will get the throne. The Queen wants the oldest one; The King wants the youngest. The middle son asks them “Why is it when discussing the crown no one mentions Jeff (meaning himself)?”  The King reminds him they made him Duke if Brittany and isn’t that power enough? Jeff replies:
“It’s not the power I feel deprived of, it’s the mention is miss.”

 

Like Jeff, this week I want some one to say I’m wanted and wonderful. I just hope the Ego picks itself up soon and swats The Child back into its proper place, which is a several chairs down on the right.

 

Getting out of town this weekend may help. I’ve prodded Someone to take me away and we are off to Flagstaff. It will be cold and rainy but I will be out of Phoenix. There will be a fireplace, a good book, and perhaps a bottle of wine or scotch (no rubbish).

No Children Allowed.

 

**Wednesday night was spent watching “Les Troyens” which was a smashing opera but goodness gracious it was a long as “Parsifal” if that is possible.

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