Schrödinger's physiatrist

I recently read quite a long and clearly carefully thought-out fanfiction novella that was mostly epistolary and consistently misspelled 'psychiatrist' as 'physiatrist' the entire time.

The story didn't say explicitly that it was or wasn't beta read, but this is a spellcheck-level error anyway, although a physiatrist IS a thing (but not, I think, the kind of thing that would be in a spellchecker dictionary? I mean given the hundreds and hundreds of real words they fail to recognize). Of course, the physiatrist is a practicing doctor too so it introduces another element: could this character actually BE a physiatrist?

I only know what they do from wikipedia, but this character seems to just do various normal talk therapy and prescribe standard depression and anxiety meds and I can't see how it could fit. But it's not actually IMPOSSIBLE that the character's job could be filled by one: physiatrists are rehab specialists, but it's usually physical injury and disabiliy rehab, and the one in the story was just doing addiction counseling. Occam's razor would normally dictate a typo, but when it's consistently spelled that way the whole time that's impossible, plus the rehabilitation specialist doing (apparently the wrong type of) rehabilitation is probably too much coincidence for that. Or rather, not too much coincidence to occur at all, but too much coincidence to be on the side against you when using Occam's razor, maybe?

We're definitely not looking at a piece of writing from someone with dyslexia who hasn't had it spellchecked or proofread, going by the low level of such mistakes in the rest of the text. And it was quite good! So I'm still thinking about this more than a day later.

...This type of mystery is actually one of my favorite things about fandom. They crop up much less in published work.

we have met the enemy and they are sometimes iridescent

In the past when flies have been inside our house, it's usually been fruit flies... because of fruit. A couple of years ago one time we had a serious problem with regular house flies that we couldn't seem to completely get rid of, though, and at that time we had a hell of a time looking for flyswatters and flypaper everywhere. Wax's mom looked for them everywhere too and she couldn't find them either! Diligently trying to swat them and attempting to clean anything they could possibly lay eggs in and making homemade fly traps was the best we could do, and it seemed to take forever to get rid of them.

This time they've only been getting on our nerves for the length of the summer, but... once again we have screens in the windows, but the door to the balcony stands open all summer, and there's an extra opportunity for flies, bees, moths and other winged creatures to buzz in. There's really no way to fix this; putting in a screen door wouldn't work because the cats have to be able to come and go from the balcony. Tristana loves it out there. Maybe we need one of those electric bug zapper lanterns hanging in the hall near the balcony door. Or one in every room, at the current rate. Wax has ordered fly paper online. There's got to be a better kind of fly trap than the ones we made last time, which seemed incredibly, frustratingly slow to work.

I'm so tired of scrubbing fly poop off of my beautiful cabinet doors and shelf edges! And it's so enraging to be sleepily making a morning pot of tea and be confronted with flies on the handle you're reaching for, or perching on the stove hood, or trying to fly up your nose!