Of course! For example, I could tell you stories I heard in my therapy office yesterday (if I made sure to protect confidentiality and completely hide identities) where people talked about
And that was just in the two groups I freakin facilitated!
Or, I could tell you about a freakin misunderstanding between me and one of the doctors I work with, in a large primary care practice in a major Boston teaching hospital. Here’s an email I sent her, before I left work:
Another misunderstanding! I wasn’t upset. I just sound that way sometimes in email when I want to make sure providers understand my limits.
Let’s talk in person!!! Email sucks!
However, I’d rather show you two photos I took, at the end of the day:
Are you experiencing lots of freakin _____, where you are? (It wouldn’t freakin kill you to tell me, would it?)
To help promote a less freakin Friday, here are two freakin disco tunes I danced to in the 1970s:
(“There But For the Grace of God” by Machine found here on YouTube)
Thanks to freakin everybody — including you, of course! — here and now.
Note: I just re-read this post after publishing it, and I wondered if I might have miscommunicated (like I did with that doctor). Therefore, I would like to balance things out, with another photo I took yesterday:
It’s freakin churros with freakin chocolate (among other things) on my freakin desk!
Day 641: Lots of freakin ____
Yesterday, there was lots of freakin
Yes, I experienced and witnessed a lot of freakin freakin!
I don’t mean to
… but I wasn’t alone in this.
Do I have proofs about that?
Of course! For example, I could tell you stories I heard in my therapy office yesterday (if I made sure to protect confidentiality and completely hide identities) where people talked about
And that was just in the two groups I freakin facilitated!
Or, I could tell you about a freakin misunderstanding between me and one of the doctors I work with, in a large primary care practice in a major Boston teaching hospital. Here’s an email I sent her, before I left work:
However, I’d rather show you two photos I took, at the end of the day:
Are you experiencing lots of freakin _____, where you are? (It wouldn’t freakin kill you to tell me, would it?)
To help promote a less freakin Friday, here are two freakin disco tunes I danced to in the 1970s:
(“There But For the Grace of God” by Machine found here on YouTube)
(“Le Freak” by Chic found here on YouTube)
Thanks to freakin everybody — including you, of course! — here and now.
Note: I just re-read this post after publishing it, and I wondered if I might have miscommunicated (like I did with that doctor). Therefore, I would like to balance things out, with another photo I took yesterday:
It’s freakin churros with freakin chocolate (among other things) on my freakin desk!