I started my job just under a month ago, and my life has been a whirlwind ever since. A learning curve, an adventure, and a big change that I am so happy I made.
I get to work with all sorts of children, from medically complex to mild language delays. I have patients as young as 18 months up to nine years old. I run a social skills group with a well-oiled curriculum twice a week. I work closely with my clinical fellowship supervisor and everyone is so kind and so knowledgable. I pinch myself every day thinking about how lucky I feel getting to work where I work!
On the downside, my days are long (although the Fridays off don't suck). I go into work just 30 minutes later than I did when I was working in the schools, but I stay about four and a half hours longer every day. Because I'm still a clinical fellow, and also brand spankin' new to the hospital and learning all the tricks of the trade, it's pretty typical for me to stay anywhere from a half hour to an hour and a half later than my allowed departure time. This leaves me roughly two to three hours to myself, to spend with Ryan, to get things done every night before I have to go to bed and do it all over the next day.
I ammmmm exhausted.
But I'm happy as a clam. I also know that I'll adjust, get faster at writing notes, get better at prepping materials. I'll never have a moment where I can say to myself, "okay, I know enough now," because I'm learning at least one new thing every hour on the hour. What I am figuring out is that it's okay to say "that's enough for today," and understanding that it might be impossible to have a blank to-do list at the start of every day.
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