I’m Flying Over You
“You told me, “I’ve seen it all before
I’ve been there, I’ve seen my hopes and dreams
A-lying on the ground
I’ve seen the sky just begin to fall”
He said, “All things pass into the night”
And I said, “Oh no sir, I must say you’re wrong
I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say you’re wrong
Won’t you listen to me?”Goodbye horses, I’m flying over you
Goodbye horses, I’m flying over you”- Lyrics to “Goodbye Horses” by Q Lazzarus
It’s 8:00 p.m. I just got home from a 12+ hour at the hospital. I am tired. Yes, I am.
Over the weekend, what started as a mild sore throat evolved into a rip-roaring cold, with lots of accompanying nasal congestion and a cough.
Over the weekend and throughout my day today I have had cold-induced dissociative experiences. I have seen time lapsed versions of reality, and I have had out of body experiences.
I had every intention of sucking it up and going for a run today after work (studies show that unless you are very ill, mild to moderate exercise is actually beneficial), but by the time I got home just now, all motivation to run had been removed from my body.
My work on the inpatient adolescent boys psychiatry unit continues to be challenging.
Thought for the day: when it comes to treating kids in psychiatry, treating the family is usually just as (if not more) important, and is frequently entirely more challenging.