Megan wanted me to write about a couple of experiences I have had the past couple of weeks at the treatment center Megan and I work at. I can’t use any names in this post because of confidential reasons; however I may not need them to tell these tales.
Urine:
While working one afternoon a client was acting out, arguing about everything, mouthing off and defiantly doing exactly opposite of what he is asked and expected to do. One of the main therapeutic types of sessions they do is a group session where all of the clients in the boys house get together to discuss their issues. While everyone else was setting their chairs up in a circle for group this particular client was sitting on the ground refusing to move and refusing to give a reason to why he was sitting on the ground. At this same time I was trying to decide whether or not to sit in one of the plastic chairs included in the group circle or...sit on the comfortable couch outside of the circle. I was told by another staff it was fine to sit outside the circle. I slowly backed away from the group and grabbed the pillow that was lying on top of the cushion I was about to sit on. With my eyes still on the group, I sat on the cushion and right as I rest my back against the back of the couch that same pillow I had just moved fell on to my arm...it was wet. My first thought was "oh one of the boys must have spilled their water". So I just brushed it a side. Not even ten seconds later I realized that the seat I was sitting in was uncomfortably warm...I looked over at the kid refusing to stand up and realized...I was sitting in his PEE!! I was furious! He had soaked the entire cushion with his urine. Of course I must admit that it is kind of funny now, and it would have been hilarious if it had happened to someone else. That is why I have dedicated this post to Kevin Mouritsen....if you want to know why, you will have to ask him.
Bunnies:
Have you ever had one of those moments where you are slapped in the face with how out of shape you are and just how much your body’s abilities have changed with time? Me too. Unfortunately, mine came in the face of a little jet black bunny. While working exactly one week from the "urine" incident, Megan and I were at the treatment center and walking outside in the yard getting ready to clock out for the day when suddenly I noticed the campus pet bunny, Night-Rider (the name should have tipped me off) was out of the animal pen. Megan thought it would be a great idea for me to walk over there, pick him up and put him back in the pen...great idea, for the bunny... I am sure he is still giggling today about the heart attack he almost gave me. After the first approach I realized that it would be easier to recruit some help because I couldn’t even get within 20 feet without the bunny moving away. A couple boys came to help...kind of. As the boys started chase towards the bunny Night-Riders true colors came out, and he darted fearlessly right towards me. I was ready down in my "athletic" stance; you know the one you would use to guard someone in basketball or pretty much any sport. As soon as the bunny got with-in striking distance he jabbed to my left I matched the jab and with the quickest redirection I have ever seen he went back right and I kept going left, down a little hill full of shredded bark where I mud stained my brand new shoes and cut up my knees. The bunny was now down the other side of the hill and in to a little creek bed that went underneath a fence. I was humiliated, but I had to catch him. I jumped up, ran down the hill in to the creek, and under the fence and luckily the bunny was self destructing trying to decide which side of the tree in front of him to take as his next move. As soon as I got there he went left and I went right, around the tree now my last hope was to dive........and I got him! It took me about ten minutes to recover my breath fully after this escapade.
Lataya Varner
3 days ago
