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I spent a great deal of time this weekend reading a practice management book for work so I could glean some ideas for our clinic. I came up with lots of great (if I do say so myself) ideas.

This was supposed to be part of a big meeting with my boss to discuss the clinic, my role, and his goals. It kind of sprang from me telling him why I was missing from work for two days last week. I thought that it was important for him to know, and for him to know that my anxiety started with work and expanded outwards. Not that I’m blaming work for my problems/illness, but my message to him was if things don’t change then I have to leave. I thought at the time that he understood and wanted to work things out so I wouldn’t be so stressed out.

Now I’m not so sure.

The meeting was originally scheduled for last Thursday, the day after I came back. It didn’t happen, we got busy, blah blah blah – story of my life here. So we made arrangements to meet today, off site, as it’s not a day that my boss is scheduled to be in the clinic. Well, if that meeting did happen, this post probably wouldn’t, heh.

I called him to see if he was coming and and no, he’s not. He’s too tired from the weekend.

I spent a good portion of my weekend doing work and research – as I was asked – and the meeting is cancelled.

Now I’m sitting here, quietly angry.

So, the theme for February’s NaBloPoMo is “ties“. What ties me to this dysfunctional practice?

I guess this is something that I’m going to have to examine.

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