and so did my patient, therefore things were good.
I didn’t get bit or cussed. She only cried for about an hour out of the 10 and part of that was when I was leaving. She kept grabbing me & seemed to not want me to go.
I honestly think it was the most individual attention she’d gotten in eons.
But still, although I am good at it (No, not being conceited. I just know I am good working with old folks.), I cannot fathom doing it longterm. Every hurting old person breaks my heart and ends up keeping a part of me…
there wouldn’t be anything left after a few weeks.
Anyway, I survived, the patient survived, I did what I was supposed to, I pissed a couple of people off…
all-in-all, it was a damned good day in my opinion.
(But nobody is going to have to tell me it’s time to go to bed in a bit, that is for sure!)
