music, therapy, and me

It is Wednesday, and I am heading back to work after two days off dealing with a migraine that just wouldn't release. I finally was able to get warm yesterday around 12:45pm, indicating that most of the migraine was over. Since then, I have had 2.5 hours of sleep, a persistent smell of a fire, and am not looking forward to trying to figure out what I am going to do with my groups for the rest of this week. It is 4:53am. I am exhausted. I have to take a shower, drive to work, and try my best to be therapeutic for five very different groups of humans before driving home and crawling into my bed. I think the fire smell from late last night (started at 11pm) came from my neighbor's fireplace and pulled itself into my home. That is going to get old quickly. Nothing happened in my home other than the smell, so I wasn't getting too much smoke or anything else. It was unsettling on a night when other things weren't up to par. Insomnia is no fun, and I get it every so often. Whe...

I didn't run any music therapy sessions yesterday because I moved my intern and myself and all my junk into the storage closet. You see, some short-sighted administrators (who have all left under mysterious circumstances now) decided that we didn't need any extra office space in the education area and gave that away to the clinical team and now we need that office space back but every single nook and cranny is full to the brim of stuff, including my room, but since I have three separate storage areas (2 offices and the closet which I only spread things into in January), I was expected to be a "team player" and allow people to be constantly tramping through my music therapy sessions for the "good of the team." Now, I have lived with the "people tramping through" situation for several years, and I HATE IT! I decided to make things fall the way I wanted them to fall. I approached my new principal (not one of the short-sighted) and told him that I knew...