During my first year of residency, they started up something called a Wellness Group. It was led by an attending psychiatrist who worked at our hospital who I'll call Dr. Freudella (because she was a woman). Basically, we all sat in a conference room for an hour with Dr. Freudella and discussed things that were bothering us. And got a good lunch.
Sounds great, right?
Except I hated Dr. Freudella. It started out with her yelling at me when I was an intern. And she didn't yell at me exactly. She yelled at me like a psychiatrist. It's hard to explain.
So we had our first wellness group and we each went around the room and talked about ourselves for a little bit. Most people said a sentence or two. Dr. Freudella basically told us her whole life story, and by the time she was done with that, the group was over.
We had one more meeting and that was it for wellness group for the year.
The next year, the wellness group started up again. Dr. Freudella showed up 30 minutes late to the meeting. Then we started discussing how best to hold the meeting in the future, and how to get the attendings to allow us to be available for the meeting and even hold our pagers.
At some point during the meeting, I started sighing. Loudly.
Dr. Freudella: "Fizzy, is there something wrong?"
Me: "No, I just think it's pointless to discuss this."
The reason I'm telling this story now is that yesterday, my five year old daughter told me she got in trouble in class for sighing loudly when someone else was talking. It made me realize how immature I was at that meeting. I mean, a five year old was supposed to know better than to act like that. I was a pretty immature 28 year old, I guess.
But I still maintain that Dr. Freudella was really annoying and the group was pointless. (And sure enough, there was never a meeting again.)