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ununoriginalit's rather pathetic that most times i bother to write something is when i'm feeling depressed, victimised, abused, stepped on, bullied... u get the picture. makes for a very depressing blog... but too bad, i write to vent and clear my head. and curse dickheads and assholes that got me into this state >_<
in retrospect, i'm actually rather fortunate or blessed to have so many ppl on my side, but well, let's jus say it's was a fucking shitty experience to get caught in the middle of workplace political crossfire. it sucks, it really really sucks, when one is doing everything properly, more or less by the book, keeping in mind all the lame hospital policies, and then get blasted for being lax in my standards, and lacking in integrity and honour. LACKING IN INTEGRITY AND HONOUR.
when i trained as a therapist, we had a code of ethics and practice, one that included providing the best care possible to a patient in my service and above all, to do no harm. it is such a disillusioning day when u get whacked by the rehab doctor, a fucking rehab consultant, for trying to deliver the best service possible to your patient.
the disabled already have to odds stacked against them in life - there are so many misconceptions out there in the society about them, so many things that the general public is unaware. they can be as independent as you and me, but they just need more help - environmentally, socially, financially - to get there. and who else would be able to fulfil this role, if not the therapist, the rehab dr? were we not specially trained to understand the needs of the disabled? to enable them to lead their best possible lives?
when i think of all the countless medical officers who have gone through their rotations under this consultant, i feel unutterably sad. rehabilitation is not an easy area to work in - there are so many more days when things look worse than when they're good, but it will still always be a source of inspiration, miracles to touch one's heart, that spur you on to do more, and reinforce that u're doing some good in this world. this doctor has made rehab dry, boring, cut and dried, unimaginative, an area where all the things u may want to achieve is stifled by red tape, beureacracy, policies. and other young doctors under her will leave thinking that THAT IS ALL THERE IS.
and she knows she's not the real deal, and she clings desperately to her position, lashing out at anyone who dares to threaten her authority, and i was jus so unlucky enuff to get caught and offered as the sacrificial lamb on the altar of power play and politics. and i understand that, and have been encouraged not to take it personally, which of course, i shall try not to - my conscience is clear - but it still fucking HURT, goddamnit!
such a bitter, bitter old spinster. i have to be grateful for life's blessings that i'm me. never her.
in retrospect, i'm actually rather fortunate or blessed to have so many ppl on my side, but well, let's jus say it's was a fucking shitty experience to get caught in the middle of workplace political crossfire. it sucks, it really really sucks, when one is doing everything properly, more or less by the book, keeping in mind all the lame hospital policies, and then get blasted for being lax in my standards, and lacking in integrity and honour. LACKING IN INTEGRITY AND HONOUR.
when i trained as a therapist, we had a code of ethics and practice, one that included providing the best care possible to a patient in my service and above all, to do no harm. it is such a disillusioning day when u get whacked by the rehab doctor, a fucking rehab consultant, for trying to deliver the best service possible to your patient.
the disabled already have to odds stacked against them in life - there are so many misconceptions out there in the society about them, so many things that the general public is unaware. they can be as independent as you and me, but they just need more help - environmentally, socially, financially - to get there. and who else would be able to fulfil this role, if not the therapist, the rehab dr? were we not specially trained to understand the needs of the disabled? to enable them to lead their best possible lives?
when i think of all the countless medical officers who have gone through their rotations under this consultant, i feel unutterably sad. rehabilitation is not an easy area to work in - there are so many more days when things look worse than when they're good, but it will still always be a source of inspiration, miracles to touch one's heart, that spur you on to do more, and reinforce that u're doing some good in this world. this doctor has made rehab dry, boring, cut and dried, unimaginative, an area where all the things u may want to achieve is stifled by red tape, beureacracy, policies. and other young doctors under her will leave thinking that THAT IS ALL THERE IS.
and she knows she's not the real deal, and she clings desperately to her position, lashing out at anyone who dares to threaten her authority, and i was jus so unlucky enuff to get caught and offered as the sacrificial lamb on the altar of power play and politics. and i understand that, and have been encouraged not to take it personally, which of course, i shall try not to - my conscience is clear - but it still fucking HURT, goddamnit!
such a bitter, bitter old spinster. i have to be grateful for life's blessings that i'm me. never her.
