Monday, January 3, 2011

Ski Week!

We went to Angel Fire, New Mexico the week after Xmas to ski. It was a good trip: no broken bones and some good skiing. We first drove to Ken's Houston digs and then took an early direct flight to Albuquerque. This is a good way to do it. Our flights were on time and only 90 minutes. In Albuquerque, we had a little surprise: Holly! My sister Holly was stranded there, unable to return to New Jersey because of the massive storm that shut down all the Northeast airports. So we flew in, picked her up & took the road to Santa Fe. In Santa Fe, we ate, drank, bought some art and jewelry and just had fun in general. Here's a family pic of us in Santa Fe.


Santa Fe was chilly but sunny and delightful. We enjoyed our morning on Canyon Road, browsing the galleries. We really only needed to buy one painting but when Ken saw Robert Taylor's new works, he had to have one. Not sure where we'll put it, maybe his Houston apartment? Anyway, it's a wonderful work, it's titled When Magic Becomes Medicine, it's the top left painting that you'll see in this link.


I have to tell you, the best margaritas I've ever had are at the Ore House on the square in Santa Fe. They are small but pack a punch. Holly, Dani and I ate and drank (Dani had the virgin one, of course) all afternoon.

After that, Holly caught the train back to Albuquerque and we took the high road to Taos and then on to Angel Fire. We had a condo right on the slopes - walk to the lift. We skied the next morning but a storm was coming in and they closed the lifts mid-day due to high winds. So we went to Taos and spent the afternoon shopping (a tragedy....ha). Here's a picture of Dani in the snow.







We woke up the next morning to a beautiful blanket of powder and had a great day on the slopes. I really felt proud of myself in my skiing ability -- no falls. I exclaimed to Nile: "I didn't fall on the steep part!" and of course, his reply (totally serious): "What steep part?" Sigh.

The following day, however, was just too cold. It snowed again, all night, and the powder was incredibly thick. It was zero degrees, the news said -15 with the wind chill factor. So fools that we were, there was no line at the lifts first thing in the morning and we went up the mountain. It was bone-chilling cold. All my fingers and toes were numb at the top. And this is with the silk liners and the little warmers in my boots and gloves. I had to say to myself "just keep going" to get down the mountain. Nile & I decided not to do any more runs, but Dani and Ken did two more. They are ski champs.



The trip back was uneventful (the best kind) but we did eat at this fantastic Turkish restaurant in Houston on our return. Honestly, they served the best tabbouleh that I've ever eaten and I like to think I'm a tabbouleh snob. Here's a link to the place, I'll definitely be returning there.


OK, so I rate that vacation at an 8. Would've been more if we could've skied a little more. But it still was great fun.

Friday, December 17, 2010

A Psych Nurse's Shift

So here's something new for the blog. I thought I would go over the details of my most recent shift at my psych job. Everyone raises their eyebrows when I mention that I'm a psychiatric nurse - and I think it's because of the stereotype of Nurse Ratched or some other inaccurate notions. So maybe this will dispel them. Or bore you (in that case, feel free to stop when that sets in). I have omitted personal details about patients to maintain privacy.


First some background. I work at a private psychiatric hospital. Most patients have insurance paying for their stay, but about 30% of our patients are indigent and their treatment is paid for by the county under a special program called "healthcare district". Many of those are homeless, frequent flyers (they visit us often). It provides for an interesting mix. We are a short-term facility, most length-0f-stays are less than 2 weeks. Our goal is to stabilize patients in crisis and get them into either an outpatient treatment program or another in-patient facility that is designed for long-term. We have a very high turnover; during one shift I once had 6 discharges and 2 admissions. But that's part of why I love this job: I see many different patients, many different diagnoses. So here's how my most recent shift unfolded.


I start the morning at 6:45, doing the narcotic count on the automated machine with one of the night nurses. I am working on my favorite unit that includes the PICU (Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit) where patients are the sickest. After we count together & verify everything is there that should be, we go into the lounge and do report. The night nurses go over each patient with us, giving a brief run-down on the patient's diagnosis, what crisis brought them to us, their treatment and their medications. Patients may have special precautions as well: suicide, aggression, detox, seizures, SIB (self-injurious behavior) etc. This takes about 45 minutes. I am responsible for 10 patients today (my typical number). After report, I head to the med room and start pulling meds for all my patients using the Medication Administration Record. I use the automated machine to dispense each drug and put them into labeled cups. This takes at least 30 minutes, sometimes longer. Part of my responsibilities as I pull each drug is to confirm that it's an appropriate dose, verify last dose given, check patient allergies, and verify drug packaging that it's the right medication. Once the pharmacy tech loaded the wrong dose of morphine into the pocket and 3 patients were given 10x the correct dose. Really. So it is important to check.

A word about diagnosis. Most of our patients fall into one of 3 categories; MDD (major depressive disorder), schizophrenia, and bipolar. Sometimes we also get personality disorders like borderline. Borderlines, in fact, are the patients I have the most trouble dealing with. They are highly manipulative, extremely needy, childish and emotional people. They delight in playing staff off against each other; "you're the best nurse I ever had, not like that rotten bitch last night that wouldn't give me a blanket and stole my meds. And you should've heard what she said about you..." The diagnosis du jour seems to be schizoaffective disorder, I think because it incorporates elements of both schizophrenia and mood disorder. Of course, psychiatric diagnosis is a difficult thing. It's not like you can take a blood sample and measure the "insane" level.

Patients start eating breakfast at 8:30. I have two diabetics that need to have their blood sugar tested before this time and insulin administered. I find the techs and ask for these values, then give the appropriate dose of insulin. As the patients start eating, I bring the medications into the dining room, only two patients at a time to minimize confusion and reduce errors. Before I give meds, I check patient arm bands to make sure I've got the right person. Since I don't work full-time, I usually have a brand-new slate of 10 patients every time & I don't recognize any of them. I am walking among them to give these, since I'm on the open side. On the PICU side, we sometimes have to give meds from the dutch door for safety. But often we walk among patients there, too. You have to use your judgement and trust your aides to protect you. A good aide is your most valuable resource as a nurse.


About 9:00, the charge nurse sits down with the psychiatrists (we have 3) and goes over each patient's status and treatment plan for the day. I'm not in charge today so I get to skip this meeting, which often takes an hour.


As I'm making my way down the hall with some meds on one of my trips, one of the patients stops me. He's wrapped in a blanket, naked underneath, heavily tattooed and with a shaved head. I recognize him from report; we are all on high alert about him. He's on the open side & really needs to be in PICU, but he was admitted last night & there was only an open bed available. (We stay full almost 100% of the time.) He takes my elbow and tries to steer me into one of the rooms, stating that he desperately needs to talk to me. Um....no. I insist we talk in the hall. He's acutely psychotic and paranoid, hyperverbal and angry. He frightens me & that doesn't happen often. I know from report that he is an athlete and was arrested with a firearm. I use all my therapeutic skills to talk down his anxiety but still feel pretty unsuccessful. After I manage to seat him for breakfast, I tell the other nurses that we must move him over to the PICU side with a higher level of observation and security. We move him, and within ten minutes, his behavior escalates. He's angry at being moved & his paranoid delusions are intensifying. He accuses the other patients of things. He begins shouting and making aggressive motions and statements. We get a syringe ready of a medication to calm him. The psychiatrist (thank goodness he was there), 3 of us nurses and an aide walk him down to his room. After about 15 minutes of negotiation and some hands-on, we administer the shot. (I think the only reason we were successful is because of the presence of the doctor. It's interesting to me how often patients completely defer to him.) Once he's sleepy, the aides get him to put on some pajamas and crawl into bed. The doctor writes orders for more medication once he's awake.

I go back to finishing my medications. Once that's done, I have two discharges to process. The social worker hands off the chart to me. I detail the patient's medications on their form, make copies of certain things for the patients and ask the aides to ready all their belongings. If they brought in valuables, I get these out of the safe. When all this is ready, I sit down with the patient and go over their discharge instructions and ask for their signature. Sometimes this is smooth, sometimes not. Once a while, patients are unhappy with what the doctor chose to prescribe for their discharge & they refuse to leave (usually, they want Xanax. Xanax is probably the most-abused prescription drug that we see). Once in while, we can't locate a belonging. But eventually, the patient is either picked up by a family member or another agency and they are discharged.

During all this time, about three patients have asked me for what we call "PRN" medications. These are medications that are only given based on need, and the patient has to ask for them. Things such as pain and anxiety medications. For each one, I have to verify what I can give them, whether enough time has elapsed since last dose, and then pull the medication out of the machine and administer it.


The psychiatrists are busy making rounds and writing new orders on each of their patients. It's my job to "take off" those orders; I read the order and then either update or add to the medication record. If it's a non-medication order, such as "patient's family may visit during non-visiting hours today" or "vital signs must be taken every 4 hours", I alert the techs and update the white board. If lab tests are ordered, I fill out the lab request sheets and file them. The doctors see each patient once a day; often I have new orders on all 10 of my patients. Usually a newly-admitted patient will have multiple items ordered.


Meanwhile, another patient on the open side begins to have a meltdown. He's obviously cognitively-impaired, beyond being in a psych crisis. From reading his chart, I know that he's brain-damaged from a lifetime of drug abuse, starting when his parents shared their drugs with him as a small child. If you ever want a good cry, just open one of our patient's charts and read the history. He is demanding to be discharged immediately, in his child-like way, and won't listen when we explain that the doctor must examine him and ensure he's not going to walk out the door and run into traffic. He is pacing and his voice is getting louder. Attempts to talk him down fail, and he refuses the medication offered. The aides start to stand closer to him and we ask him to walk through the doors with us to PICU. He refuses and we spend about 10 minutes negotiating, which fails. He must be restrained and carried over to the PICU side and by that point, he is getting physical with the staff and yelling non-stop. Two of these in one morning feels like too much, but it's not the first time. Once he's on PICU, his behavior doesn't lessen and again, we must inject him with anti-anxiety medication. He is crying because he doesn't like needles; this really gets to me, but I understand the necessity for his safety and I do my job. But I feel an intense sadness when I think about how he got here & where he's going. Because he was restrained, I have to fill out a special form documenting exactly what we did, why, and for how long.


Unfortunately, I have a new admission that was just walked onto the unit and witnessed all this. It's her first psych admission and she's only here for MDD (major depressive disorder). Her eyes are wide, watching this unfold and I have to quickly explain what's going on & reassure her that she's in a safe place and this won't happen every day. Probably. I take report from the admissions nurse and then review her paperwork that documents exactly why she was admitted and what her history is. The techs take her vital signs and examine her belongings, confiscating things like razors and scissors. We document her valuables and lock them up. I sit down with her and do a full assessment and history and answer her questions about what's going to happen. As part of my assessment, I have to take her in a private room and have her strip for a search. For the safety of all the patients and staff, we have to make sure that nobody comes in hiding drugs or a weapon (both of which have happened).


Sometime during the morning, I review vital signs taken on all my patients by the techs. If something's amiss, I address it. If a patient's blood pressure is too high, I call the doctor and get an order for new medication. Many of our patients are detoxing from drugs/alcohol (about 30%), and based on their vital signs, we administer extra medications because elevations suggest withdrawal complications, which can lead to seizures if untreated. I also spend a few minutes asking each patient key questions. I do these in a conversational way, starting with "how are you today?", but eventually I find out if they are suicidal and/or if they have auditory or visual hallucinations.


Meanwhile, our aggressive athlete in PICU has woken up and is pacing amongst the other patients. He's still psychotic but is not threatening. The aides watch him carefully. He has about 4 medications in him, each one alone would put me to sleep for all day. But he's still hyperverbal and paranoid.




Pretty soon it's lunchtime and again, I am checking blood sugars on my diabetics. After that's done & I give a few medications due at noon and some PRN's, I can finally take my 30 minute lunch. It's 12:45.


After lunch, I have 3 patients with 13:00 medications that I give. Then I finally start my nursing notes. I will work on these off & on the whole afternoon. It's required for each patient, and it's a synopsis of their care and behavior during my shift. It details things like their mood and affect, their attendance at group therapy, their sleeping and eating, and their medication compliance. I also assess their suicidality and their aggression risk. It's a form with checkboxes but also a narrative paragraph is required. I also take another admission during the afternoon so that both of my two discharges are replaced.


The afternoon from about 2:00 to 5:00 is the slowest part of the day. Most nurses eat their lunch then, but I can't wait that long. I work really hard to get things done in the morning so that I can eat earlier. During the afternoon, I sit down with the aides and go over each of my patients, asking about their behavior and participation in unit activities. Again, I give requested PRN's as patients come up to the nurse's station. As the afternoon progresses, issues come up and I handle it. One patient was found eating toilet paper in the bathroom; this is a known problem for him. Patients that eat unusual things are called "pica". Some patients, as a result of brain injury, will eat almost anything. Others eat particular things because it distracts them from their internal anxiety; that's the case for this guy. I redirected him verbally (that means talking to him about what's bugging him & asking him to stop), gave him an anti-anxiety med and kept him out of the bathroom. A patient threw up in her bed & needed some anti-nausea medication. A patient was found in tears, curled on the floor; I ended up spending over 30 minutes talking to her about her treatment plan and her medication orders and finally got her off the floor.

A word here about what we call "drug seekers". Many of our patients have a history of drug abuse and like their PRN's. Some will readily ask for anti-anxiety medication right after a rousing card game in the day room. Some nurses are stingy with the meds, but I simply follow the doctor's orders. If it's allowed every 6 hours, then I give what the patient asks for and record it. It's there for the doc to review and address as needed. But I also always ask why the patient thinks they are anxious and offer them conversation. Some take it, some don't.


A process server comes by and serves court papers to one of my patients, admitted involuntarily. When patients are brought in by the police, they have a court hearing at ASH (Austin State Hospital) after their admission to decide what to do next. We bring them over to ASH for that. The social worker appears with them to report on the patient's treatment and discharge expectations.

One of the social workers tells me a funny story. In group therapy that morning, the patients were asked which animal they were most similar to, and why. One of my patients said "a bear". When asked why, he simply stood up and started taking off his clothes. He's very hairy.


At 5:00, things usually pick up and get busy. The patients eat dinner at 5:30 and some medications are given before dinner. Visiting hour starts at 6:00. Our head psychiatrist makes rounds again at this time, and often the medical doctor will make his rounds then. If I patient has a medical problem (like a sore toe), the psychiatrist will write a consult for the medical doctor to examine him. The psychiatrists try to confine their treatment to only the psych needs. But in a pinch, they do both. If someone needs something simple, such as a laxative, they'll write the order. Of course, doctors making rounds at this time means that new orders are written and have to be taken off. During all this, I'm trying to get ready for shift change; get my notes ready for report and finish all my nursing notes on each patient for their chart. If I have time, I squeeze in dinner. I hate to arrive home at 8 pm hungry and I never go to bed on a full stomach. So I bring my little Kashi frozen dinner and eat it as fast as I can.


Shift change is often a time for patients to become anxious, unfortunately. There is extra activity at the nurse's station and it's visiting hour. So often there is a mini-crisis (or major, once in a while). The worst I've ever witnessed was when a young male patient jumped over the dutch door of the PICU, grabbed a pen and tried to stab an aide in the throat with it. Luckily, his aim was bad and he only grazed him. As often happens, the patient had fixated on the aide and it became part of his delusion that the aide was a bad person, or out to get him. The most amusing fixation that's happened to me so far was when a patient wanted me to leave with him as he was discharged and get married. Really. Unfortunately, I'm just not into bipolar, hyperverbal guys. But seriously, I don't want to give the impression that I view myself as above the patients in any way. All of us have issues, I like to say that all of us are crazy. Some just are in crisis and need a hand. The patients are truly not different from me, they are just in a temporary state with some limitations for their own protection. Many of us are drawn to psych because we've been there. If you talk to the nurses and staff, you'll find things in our pasts that led us down this path; it's usually not accidental.


Finally at 6:45 the night shift appears, we do the narcotic count again and then sit down to report. Hopefully we're not interrupted during that, because all the nurses are in that one room and if something happens with a patient, one of us is going to have to come out and address it. If all goes well, I'm able to walk out and go home after my 12 hours.




Friday, December 3, 2010

TX Back to NJ

Dani and I spent Thanksgiving week in NYC and Jersey having a grand old time. We first saw my sister Holly, who lives in Hoboken. And boy, we did it right. One of the first things we did was go to the Rice Pudding shop on her street - yes, that is all they sell. 12 flavors. I got Mocha Canolli. Holly took me to dinner at Palma, a wonderful Italian restaurant in the West Village. http://www.palmanyc.com/ The artichoke appetizer was one of the best things I've ever eaten. The next day, we spent the whole thing in the city. We shopped along Fifth Avenue, went to Rockefeller Center, and went to the Museum of Modern Art -- incredible; 5 floors of stuff that you've seen pictures of in books your whole life. Here's a picture of my favorite exhibit; it's a mobile that looks like a cloud of stars. Gorgeous. It's cool that they have some exhibits where they encourage photographs; this is one.
The Anthro store is to die for; I bought some great new clothes and shoes of course. The next day we went to the Macy's parade. Holly actually purchased grandstand seat tickets for us. Macy's gives them out free to special customers/vendors/friends but there is a hot secondary market for them. So get this: she paid $250 for each ticket. Really. And she bought 4 of them, and resold one the next day for $340. So hey, guess she got a deal. We were sitting along an aisle with a wall behind the seats that backs to Central Park. Shortly after the parade started, people started trying to come over the wall...without tickets, obviously....and stand in front of us. You should've seen my little sister! She gets right in this mook's face, telling him that he doesn't have a ticket and he's not going to ruin her parade! He has the nerve to call her a bitch and Holly has to fetch New York's finest over to tell him to get his butt back over the wall. And all those New York men just sat there. Would've been a little different in Texas, I think. No Texas man would sit still while a guy talked to a lady like that. Anyway, here's a couple of parade pics. It was very cool to be right there; not sure it was worth the money.












That evening we went to the Peewee Herman show on Broadway. OMG, it was just amazing. Some of the original cast was in the show, like Miss Yvonne and Jambi. I laughed so hard I cried. The funniest running joke through the whole show was Peewee's abstinence ring - you know, like the Jonas Brothers wear - which he threw out to the audience when we gave him a standing ovation. Guess he doesn't need it any more. HA.


Holly and her new husband Ryan (well, married a year...that's new to me) cooked us Thanksgiving dinner and that evening we drove to Jersey. "Home" as Dani kept calling it (made me a little teary the way she said that).

I stayed with Jackie, who is a fantastic cook and make me scrumptious curried scallops. I drank way too much white wine and had to trot off to bed when I couldn't keep my eyes open. Dani stayed with her BFF Idil. Here's a pic of them together - inseparable - they Skype each other every single night - it's that teenage girl thing.

Jersey was absolutely fabulous. Dani hung with Idil & they went to downtown Clinton, their favorite hangout. I went back to my old gym - love it! - Hunterdon Health & Fitness Center on Hwy 31. I actually did 4 classes back-to-back on Saturday morning. Yoga, Kickbox, BodyPump, then Zumba. It was a great morning, let me tell you. And I got to see Christy, my best work friend from 3 West at Hunterdon Medical Center. Her little toddler daughter, Ryleigh, is too, too cute. Here's a picture. And one of Jackie, cooking dinner for me (yes, that's asparagus, one of my favorite things). And Holly & me on the subway, just for fun.




It snowed in Jersey the day we arrived but had melted off by the time we got there. Too bad. Dani really misses the snow. I do too, because no snow = no ski. Oh well, we're going to New Mexico for a Xmas ski trip. But somehow it's not the same as skiing every Friday night at Camelback, Pennsylvania. Talk about fun.


Of course, our flight back to Texas was snarled. Let me just say this: I will never, never, never fly on United/Continental again. I will fly Southwest even if it costs more and is more inconvenient. That's all I'm saying.


Hoboken, by the way, is pretty neat. We spent time along the waterfront, and I'll close with a few pictures from that. Can't wait to go back....when is Spring Break?








Sunday, October 24, 2010

It's All Good

A miracle happened on Astoria Drive in little Bee Cave, Texas. Well, really the miracle happened at the DMV office up in Northwest Austin. They....ready for it?....allowed Dani to take her road test without turning in her New Jersey permit (which she lost). Yep, I'm telling the truth. With some last minute maneuvers, Grandma was able to take Dani for her test on Friday. She passed (easily, I hear). So yesterday we bought her a car, a new silver Prius which is actually an incredibly cool car. Here's just one neat thing about it: we don't have to use a gate or garage door remote control because the car will "learn" the frequency of such things and assign it to buttons built-in. I think Dani would have slept in it last night if we'd have let her.


Everything else is going swimmingly too. Work is going well for me, I am getting as many days as I can handle and finding interesting patients every single day. I learn from the minute I arrive. I have stopped wearing scrubs to my psych job; about half the nurses there wear them & half don't -- I have switched sides. So (awwwww) I need a new work wardrobe from Anthro. Making weekly visits there to scoop up what's on sale & I'm loving it. The woundcare job is also looking up, I'm there two days this week.





Nile is back to 3x/week karate now that their tournament is over, so his progress should increase towards black belt. I get the first batch of report cards soon & the kids both tell me it will be good news. More on that later. Ken has furnished his little apartment more in Houston; my parents even found him some....interesting....original art to hang.

The Texas fall weather is divine. It's warm, not too humid, with cool evenings and nights. I miss the leaves in Jersey, but this is fair compensation. On my off days, I sit on the patio outside to eat lunch in the beautiful sun.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Joy and Strangulation (not really)

I went to the Cathe Road Trip in Houston this weekend and loved it, loved it, loved it. I got to workout with my idol 4 times. It would have been 5, but my bum shoulder acted up that last morning & I had to skip the class. She is such an inspiration to me (check out www.Cathe.com). I've been doing her workouts for 11 years, and I completely owe my body, my health, and (actually, most importantly) my sanity to her. It's also such a relief to be among like-minded women who are just as obsessed as I am and not get strange looks when I reveal that on workdays I get up at 4:00 am to squeeze in a workout with her first.



Another interesting aspect of the trip was that I stayed in Ken's apartment in the museum district. And it's quite cool; great location, great security, great pool. We walked to the Houston Museum of Fine Arts and saw their German Impressionist exhibit - very good (http://www.mfah.org). I ate at an Indian restaurant where I finally (finally!) got a meal that was spicy-hot enough. It did say "for only the brave" and they weren't kidding. Excellent.
The only problem was that when I returned home, I found out that Dani LOST her New Jersey driver's permit. Now, if you've read my previous posts, you know the ungodly rigmarole I've had to go through to get her to the point of almost getting her Texas license. In fact, on Wednesday she is supposed to be taking her road test and turning in that permit (lost, I think forever). What the hell do you suppose we do now? (oops, anger leaking out, just can't help it -- sorry) You think New Jersey will gladly replace this permit for a driver who's no longer a resident? You think we can just tell the Texas DMV "oops, we can't turn it in - it's gone!" No, obviously. I think we're basically screwed and now she really has to start all over to get her Texas permit. And yes, I dearly wanted to strangle her but I did not. I did cry because I was really looking forward to her being able to driver herself and Nile to some activities. Now Mom still has to be the taxi.
So one bright spot: my favorite cable show is getting ready to start its new season. It's In Treatment on HBO, staring the very hot Gabriel Byrne (something about dark, handsome & with an Irish accent that I can't resist). Debra Winger is in this season. Each episode is one of 4 clients' actual therapy sessions and it's really ground-breaking. It's amazing to see what unfolds. You should check it out, it starts October 25th (see http://www.hbo.com/in-treatment.) Some of the best writing and acting I've ever seen. A dream show for a psych nurse!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Ode to Fonda San Miguel

We went to one of my favorite restaurants, Fonda San Miguel for their Sunday brunch. It is to die for. Interior Mexican food, known as some of the best in the country. Here's a link if you'd like to check it out: http://www.fondasanmiguel.com/

My favorite dish is a cactus-based salad but anything with their mole sauce is a close second. It's also located really close to my parents' house, so it makes for a wonderful Sunday afternoon. Eat a little and then visit.

Austin is simply full of great ethnic restaurants, it's not just barbecue and Tex-mex (although there are some phenomenal places that have that). I have eaten good Vietnamese pho (Blue Bamboo in Bee Cave, no less), some excellent Greek food downtown (Athenian Grill). It's a refreshing change from Hunterdon county where the choices were largely Italian and Italian. Of course there were great things in the city, but that was quite a drive. Here it's all 20 to 30 minutes away. Maybe I can put back on that 5 lbs I lost due to all the moving/new job stress. But I probably need to cut back on the workouts too & that's just not going to happen. Oh well, guess I need to go to Anthro and buy some new pants (how terrible! Dani will be crushed!).



Saturday, October 2, 2010

NAMI Walk

Today we had the NAMI walk. NAMI is the National Alliance on Mental Illness. It is a great organization that offers information to the public and also helps friends and family of those with mental illness. I can't say enough good things about it, we always tell families struggling with a loved one to look into help from NAMI.





The Austin Lakers had the best team -- we actually raised more money than anyone, even our rival private psych hospital that has 3x our staff was far behind us. I was proud to walk with my do-workers. What's cool is that I saw a few former patients there too.


It was the perfect day for this - lovely Texas October day, crisp and mildly cool but sunny. Talk about a blue sky. We got to see the rowers on Lady Bird Lake and there was a high school band taking pictures at the capital, in full concert dress. I walked most of the way with three of my co-workers and the conversation was terrific - nothing at all about work. One woman lived in France for seven years, so we talked about the cultural differences between France and the U.S. Another coworker retired from the Austin State Hospital, so we talked about working in state hospitals and how different that is from what we do now.

A lot of walkers brought their dogs. Pets are a wonderful mental health booster.