What the Hell Am I Doing Here?
“I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was specialBut I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here”- Lyrics to “Creep” by Radiohead
Had a fantabulous day at the hospital today on the adolescent boys inpatient psychiatry unit. I’m finding working with teenage boys to be a special type of challenge. As I mentioned before, I feel a sort of bond (countertransference much?) with my teenage patients. Their angst. Feeling like a weirdo. Not belonging. Finding yourself. These are things, which I can absolutely relate to.
A patient today attacked a staff member. I jumped in to help. The staff was very grateful to have my help, and apparently was surprised to see a doctor getting “into the mix.” I didn’t think twice, although it helped even more when I was able to order some meds.
It has been pouring rain all day today. I went for a run in the rain with my doggies after work. Kinda crazy, yes. But then again, I am a weirdo. I don’t belong. And I like finding myself. Funny how things change but stay the same.
Photo: Taken on my walk to work.
Part of My “Yo Brooklyn, Fuhgeddaboudit” Photo Series
