Killing time

I have a client who was shot in the head and since then has pretty serious memory problems. His probation officer wants me to work with him on concrete skills like planning and following through with things. In theory no problem but there is actually a big problem:

He forgets our appointments. Every time. So I can't really work with him on making it to appointments if he doesn't come to the ones with me. Which is why I am sitting at work and writing on this blog rather than making a to-do list with a felon.

Half an hour until the federal probation relapse prevention group, which is actually kind of fun. And while I pretend to be doing important paperwork (I'm not on Facebook, that would be too obvious) I am listening to them chatting in the waiting room. And rolling my aching neck around.

I have been doing mindfulness meditations with the DHS group on Monday nights. Everyone has seemed really into it and I was feeling really good about the whole thing. I just heard collateral information from one of the DHS caseworkers, however, that some of them think it's "weird." I am going to bring it up in group. Let them call me weird to my face. Maybe I'll get called a flake. I guess if I want to make a career doing yoga therapy I should get used to it.

Which reminds me, I got approved to do a half day yoga therapy/experiential workshop here at my internship. I am excited and need to start getting my head around the specifics.