Work is fine. I have a new team lead with no registration. He's afraid of me. He's also afraid of confrontation. He also has hour long meetings every day with the manager. I know they discuss me there.
I haven't gotten much better health wise. The iron liquid has clogged up my system and my body hurts - stomach to expulsion. If I miss one day of my new routine I feel depleted and extreme inertia. Like right now. As I sit at the mall.
I applied for a job in Australia. Just because I could. I was describing it to my clinical supervisor, after describing my panic of starting the next semester without a caseload and having three team assignments, when I got an email from my old work asking me to reconsider coming back.... Where I would have a caseload.
I've decided to dive into FASD. I've reached out to an organization which does diagnosis in Christchurch. Annnnnnd since I can diagnose now because I passed my first semester.... I could quite easily shift into the area.
FASD is always on my mind after the hospital took one of my kids for a couple of hours after birth and brought them back to say they didn't have FASD. I don't remember asking them to test. They definitely didn't tell me they were taking my kid for the specific reason of testing them. Annnnnnd.... Now that I know how to diagnose FASD, I know that there's very little criteria. My kid was 5 weeks over due, so they were born with a ridge from being lodged in the birth canal for so long. This can be a sign of FASD.
Gotta go. I have drexels waiting.
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