HEY GUYS
Today, my post will be titled: "Professional Boundaries in the New Age"
So, I know most of you already know these stories, as they are difficult for me to contain, however, thought I'd share with those who haven't!
The group at "Homeless Healthcare" (note: I still do NOT know what my department is called... remember when I introduced myself once as "Hi I'm Ally and I am Homeless Healthcare") is an eclectic bunch. There are two medical assistants, three doctors, two PSR's, two case managers (incl. myself) and one social worker, who is my supervisor. Anyway, over the months, we've all grown close (ok.. with the exception of my supervisor... sry, can't lie). We talk about our weekend plans, our hobbies, our boy problems (Holy shit, I'm always talking about this)... Recently, however, I've started questioning where the line between professionalism and non-professionalism is... perhaps we are all getting a little too close for comfort? For example:
On January 2nd, I decided I was going to call in sick. And no, I was not sick. But my sister was visiting me and I hadn't seen her in a while, so I decided that I would do it. I was nervous... well, because I was lying. So I sent a vague text at 6 AM to Dr. Neretin (the doc I work most closely with), my supervisors and Miriam. Everyone but Dr. Neretin responded, so I thought I was in the clear. NEXT THING I KNOW THOUGH, Dr. Neretin is calling me.... at 6 am.... I picked up the phone, trying to fake the best "sick voice" I could, only to hear her asking me "What's your address?? I'm coming over!" Um ... excuse me??? I thought I was really sick actually and hallucinating. But I wasn't because she goes "I'm driving up the East side right now, tell me your address!" Almost subconsciously, I gave her my address. After getting off the phone with her, I suddenly realized several things: 1. i was NOT IN FACT SICK. 2. my sister is in my apartment (who, by the way, could not believe what was happening). Immediately i told her, "YOU HAVE TO HIDE" and I hid her in my roommates room. Then, I brainstormed ailments that have no apparent symptoms... GOT IT: FOOD POISONING. Then, the buzzer rings and I open my door and there she is. I am keeling over, clutching my stomach, and slowly whisper "food poisoning... the worst." We proceeded to sit on my couch for about 10 minutes until the awkwardness was all-consuming (I think at one point she realized.. wait, why the fuck did i show up to this girl's apartment?... I can only hope she had this realization. Then, I told her she should probably go, as I sensed a bout of nausea coming on (LIES) and off she went. I locked the door behind her. Double locked it. And turned around to my sister LAUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY.... ohh THE DEATH OF PROFESSIONALISM.
Anyway, this was just one story of many that have made me question some of my relationships in this job. Hope you enjoyed this. MORE TO COME.
xx
Ally