Therapeutic Laughter and Home

Kelly: What a week...much of the week was spent trying to ensure the safety of my high-risk patient...multiple appointments with me and coordination of care with other docs. It is the first time I have had the main responsibility for such a high-risk person. So, today, after a provider told me she was very worried and asked if I could see him, he came to my office. What was the intervention: laughter. I didn't intend for it to be that way, but he smiled, and that was my in...I poked fun at him, he poked back, and we kept going and laughing and smiling. Treatment there is very serious and very heavy and this was an instance where a simple "normal"
interaction did more than all the CBT I could therapize :)

We invited our new cat-sitter over for dinner last night. I loved her, and I knew Matt would, too. We chatted and feasted on salmon, beans, rice, and lots of cheap red wine which could explain my reluctancy to get out of bed this morning. What is the reason we need a cat sitter? I am going home. Home is a tricky location. Our German house doesn't feel like home yet. Maryland, in general feels like home, but I won't be returning to our townhome. I'll be visiting family in PA, which will always be home...like the comfortable sweater that never goes out of style. So, after a week in Texas, I'll be stopping in MD before heading to PA...I am so excited!

We've been trying to get reservations at Volt with no luck and finally realized that we'll be in MD over Valentine's Weekend, hence not a reservation to be found...bummer. The good news is that we just made friends with a woman who is tight with the famed Top Chef/owner at Volt. Super!

So, I'm off to pack my bags (very lightly because my thrift shopping obsession has not been exercised for 4 months and I plan to come back with many bargain finds). I've really been admiring vintage blouses lately. With any luck, I'll find one in Austin, or just some cowboy boots. Enough procrastinating...