As I write a psych care plan on anxiety it feels strange that everything I read fits perfectly with me. I thought the clinician was full of it and I hate that it’s on my medical record, but it’s true. As I hear people talk about their experiences at my clinical I understand the feelings, not the situation exactly, but I feel it gives me a sense of understanding.
As I come to terms with this I realize I have had it since high school? It’s become amplified in college as I have to learn skills and become more independent.
Now if only I could get my ass to a professional to talk to about it… I keep hoping its going to go away.
I am 22 years old!
After clinicals today I am going to eat lots of Chinese food downtown and get some ice cream after :D
I would like to thank my mother who gave birth to me, my whole family, and a lot of other good folks in my life :D
Big fight last night with the boyfriend.
Didn’t feel comfortable acting loving again so of course hes hurt I wouldn”t cuddle and giggle after.
I juat coulsn’t bounce back today. So glad I am goinf to work today, he can go hangout with his friends and stop dwelling on his immature/mean girlfriend. Ugh
Going to restaurants with my boyfriend and not getting any service while the people around us are getting their food, appetizers, and drinks, even though they arrived at the restaurant later than us.
I used to think that waiters never paid attention because we look like we were in college (and obviously can’t afford to tip). There was one time we went to Pasquale’s and while every family or other couple that was there that got great service Martin and I were ignored (and it wasn’t crowded that night either). Eventually the chef came out and saw no one took our order… THE CHEF. Ridiculous… the asshole waiter got no tip and a pissed off glare from me the whole time he served others in the restaurant.
When I was younger and I would go out to dinner with my family I would get embarrassed when my dad would get really mad the waiter did not serve him as quickly as others and he would call the manager out on it. I get it now….
It’s interesting how people perceive each other….
Martin always tells me how weird it is to be a male of color navigating his job at city hall and exploring the city.
I will never really understand what he goes through because let’s face it, I’m a white/pale as hell mexican girl…
There have been times when I am walking around with Martin and I see people react or stare/ or move away from him and I just want say “fuck you, go sit/walk somewhere else. No one should have to sit near a shit like you”. I find myself getting angry and Martin stays calm. Maybe cause he’s dealt with it a lot longer, but he usually tells me its not worth it. Guess the satisfaction wears pretty fast.
It’s really sad because SF always prides itself on diversity, yet half the people that move here because of it fear the real “diversity”. -_-
Today in Black History Month: Charles Drew.
Born June 3, 1904, Charles Drew is remembered for the impact he had on blood preservation. Charles Drew was able to develop a method for separating plasma from the whole blood so they can be combined later.
Charles Drew as well determined that plasma could be administered to certain patients regardless of their blood type.
Charles Drew’s implementation of blood banks during World War II allowed medics to save thousands of Allied lives during the war. However, due to his protest against the practice of racial segregation in the donation of blood, he would later lose his job.
In 1943, Charles Drew outstanding record was recognized and he was chosen as the first black surgeon to serve as an examiner on the American Board of Surgery.
Charles Drew died on April 1, 1950 at the age of 45 due to a car accident.