Talking too much is a one way. Scribing too freely is a surefire way. Both at the same time? Recipe for disaster.
This is why some practitioners hate me right now. this is why they can't wait to shut me up. Because they know that I know their mistakes. I am their mistakes.
And the results? A mychart a mile long. Word salad.
It was a long time ago. They were all partners. There weren't proper boundaries. There were some good intentions. But when the abusers know the providers and the providers know each other and the medication and diagnoses start flying too freely... by the time you're shipped off to McClean, it's a little late. by the time of the first coma, it's a little late.
Birds of a feather... the victims together...
Birds of a feather... psychiatrists together...
Birds of a feather... abusers together...
Birds of a feather... I've known many people. plenty of good ones.
Building a map of a mind takes humility. Not the Psychiatrists specialty. They need to cut down their egos a bit. Take their pictures off tv. take their photos off walls. Take their names out of the papers.
Go ahead, blame the patients. Go ahead, blame the social workers, Go ahead, blame the counselors. Blame side effects. Blame everyone but yourselves. Don't take vacations. Don't rotate out. Don't respect HIPPA. become partners and become too close. Refuse to retire. Go ahead. Take the insurance money, pass the pills and the blame around.
The PA is not one of you. So sorry. Now kindly go fuck yourselves. Yall need to retire. I'm counting the days. You can count the words.
Am I afraid? Yes. Do I know how to fix it? no. Do I want to protect the community if no one else? Yes.
Guilty conscience... I know things, ya see... I just don't know how it works out. But I'm finding out. One day at a time. This is the mind you built. Maybe you just like yourselves too much.
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