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    Wow. Things have been quiet on this end until today. I had an angel in disguise today. My car tire blew out very badly and I was forced to pull over at a gas station. I screwed up my shoulder a few weeks back so I couldn't get my spare out myself and one of the gas station workers helped. Another guy came over and helped me completely change my tire. I offered to buy him coffee since he didn't have to do that. Then after work, I headed down to the mall to get new tires and the guy there pulled some strings and I wound up paying a lot less than I expected. I was very excited and both guys got thanked profusely.
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    My family rocks. Really they do. There's been just general insanity within the family; however, it has been the good kind. As for why they rock, I've mentioned my dietary issues before. My family is fully aware and makes every effort to accommodate them. Christmas eve dinner was cooked in my butter (which is mainly oil). My mother prepared pierogies that were made with organic flour for me (my poor father got an arm workout making them) so I only had to worry about the cheese. My aunt made gluten and dairy free meatballs and AND bought coconut ice cream for my SIL and me. I never asked them to do any of this; they just do it and it rocks. I'm damn lucky.
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    Pretty good. I tend to fall off the face of the Earth a lot. A work project has been taking up my spare time and the rest is taken up by me actually trying to be social.
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    Praying things go smoothly for the next few weeks; things are about to explode in a vary large way at work. It's been a rough few months and hopefully I'll have more answers soon. Spiritually things have been quiet. I visited my Pappy's grave when I was last in to see my parents and my best friend; for no reason, I laughed when visiting him. One piece of advice he told me has stuck with me for a long time regarding funerals. "Funerals are a celebration of life, not death." Now if only it would quit raining....
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    I took mostly fruit and wound up eating the center out of the sandwiches. This is what I do in most cases where I can't eat part of an item. Talked to my mother and she said that I did fine. Onto other things now. A coworker and I were talking today about how emotionally draining our job is. I work in a nursing home and we have a significant amount of dementia for our size and lack of dementia ward. We had two different ladies crying today and a third who can't always make her needs known verbally; she makes up for it with gestures and facial expressions. We wind up investing ourselves emotionally to these people. We come to view them as family as evidenced by how we address them; two other ladies spring to mind. One is addressed as GiGi by certain people and another everyone (including our younger residents) calls Grandma. It eventually takes a toll on you mentally but you wind up forming some very good bonds. GiGi giggles at me and gave me a hug yesterday morning after she successfully and clearly voiced what she wanted to me. Miss K has told me that she loves my hugs and I get grins and good hugs from Miss H. Miss Dee will give kisses and will sometimes laugh and talk at you; I respond even if I have no clue what she said. It's also sad when someone passes but at the same time there is a sense of peace because they have gone home. I also experience a significantly smaller amount of behaviors because I talk firmly but gently to my people and I get in their line of sight. Even if I know they don't always hear me, I'll still talk to them and tell them what I'm doing. I went to finish dressing Miss H the other day and said "Can you help me?" just wanting her to stick her arm out since my hands were occupied. She grabbed the arm sleeve once it was on her hand and pulled it up. I've also fed Miss L who constantly repeats a phrase (typically "Come help me" and a few that are NSFW) and I turned it on her. I asked her to help me by eating her meal; she agreed and promptly ate it all. Is it any wonder I'm emotionally spent at the end of the day? I still love my job. After all, you can't beat a job where you get unconditionally loving hugs and kisses every day.
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    I'm feeling a bit terrified here. I doubt I mentioned it but this item factors into the terrified feeling. I'm gluten, dairy, and mostly grain free. Two of those three are not by choice but medical necessity. This makes eating out a bit of an ordeal. I promise I still eat food and a lot of it, just not what most people expect. Now onto the why. I joined an organization for young professional women to get out of my apartment and meet people besides coworkers. The people who maintain "active" status in the organization know about my diet limitations and are completely okay with it. They'll actually factor around where I can eat and I'm normally pretty creative in managing to find something even in places without a dedicated gluten free menu. The "inactive/retired" members are holding a tea to get to know the brand new "actives" which is where my problem lies. When I RSVP'd, I got a voicemail so I don't think that they know about my diet restrictions unless another active told them. I'm afraid that there will be nothing there for me to have and I really don't want to come across as picky when I'm not. I'm just trying to follow the diet that is right for my body.
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    About a month ago, I faced my fear of heights again. Really, I'm terrified of them. I went to see my friend M for my birthday and to see the cherry blossoms. M and I have known each other since we were twelve. After a half day of hunting down all the cherry blossoms, M and I went rock climbing at M's rock climbing gym. I got about 5 feet off the ground, lost my head, and came back down. M told me to try again using any means to get to the top of the wall. I did better; I got 10 feet up before losing my head. M decides that I should try the really easy ones to get over this fear of heights. We hunt down an easy route and up I go. I made it to the top! M and I high fived when I was back on solid ground. I decided to try one more easy one and make it all the way to the top again. M high fives me again and says "See? You can do it!" My arms are sore so we go over to the bouldering area where M begins to boulder and I watch. I eventually bouldered when I didn't hurt so much. Once we were done there, M and I headed back over to the wall and find a step up from the easy ones. I made it with no fear on my part; I can't claim no hesitation because there was some due to sore arms. M also decides that me enjoying myself calls for more high fives. M decides that we need to take a picture of me at the top of a wall to send to my parents and I climb the second easy one so we can be quick. I now have a picture of myself at the top of a rock wall looking down and grinning because I did it. Small steps. I will not let my fear of heights get in my way of fun. :) I did tell M the next day that I hurt; however, working with therapists means sometimes we practice on each other. I was better three days later.
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    I shamelessly admit it. My job is awesome and sometimes I have people that just amaze me. One of my biggest fears when I graduated from grad school was trachs. I could barely stand to look at them, let alone have any idea what to do to treat someone who has one. In an unrelated note, Google was fabulous in that regard. I have one lady (S) who is a definite piece of work and she has blossomed in ways I never thought possible. One of the criteria to have a trach removed is being able to have it capped off and not lose your breath. S and I have been working on this and this past week, she started attempting speech with her cap. I nearly fell off my stool in excitement when I heard her voice. The look on her son's face was priceless as well. I wasn't expecting speech for at least another week at that point. S is definitely another person who makes me love my job more every day. It's also been really nice here so I took K outside a few days this past week. We pointed out all the dirty cars but I think she was enjoying the nice weather more. H also came outside with me one day and I just stood there with her until she declared it "too cold." H and I looked for her son but didn't see him. It is amazing what nice weather does to people. And as always.... GO HUG PEOPLE!
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    So I forgot about this little tidbit until I was at my parents' house last weekend. I had a spiritual visitor in the form of my Pap. He went whistling round my kitchen as I made food a few weeks ago. I stopped what I was doing and turned down my TV but the whistling continued. After a year of silence it was fantastic to hear him whistling. In other news, A (my college roommate/best friend) told me that I have a fantastic job when part of the description includes: "making sure [residents] aren't wearing pants on their head." A's fantastic. I also get hugs and kisses on a near daily basis and I'm so tempted sometimes to use the tagline: "my job is better than yours." I'm resisting the urge to put it on Facebook. But when your day starts out with an unconditionally loving hug and a kiss to and from another, you know the day is amazing. Also, general insanity from the therapists, residents and their visitors again. As a side note, I knit and eventually make critters for my residents. I also own a few of my own critters that A has made for me. Sometimes my boss (J) doesn't pay attention. J was amused afterwards. Female resident: “J…J…J…hey dummy.” *J never turned around *H has “played” with Ned (my stuffed critter) all week (G is one of my coworkers) Me: “…granted she tries to wrap him in the dysum.” G: “She wants to wrap him in a blankie!” More misbehaving family/friends abounds Me: “Well you’re not telling me that the sky is green and the clouds are purple.” B’s visitor *incredulously: “They’re not?” *while doing paperwork and realizing I don’t have something Me: “Shoot.” G *deadpan “Bang.” Me: *hysterical laughter Hugs are fantastic. GO HUG PEOPLE!
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    This week has been interesting. Where I live has been going through a deep freeze since Monday night. We've been allowed to wear jeans all week due to the cold. Naturally my residents go a bit batty. Today featured a resident smacking me with a stuffed moose while I gave her breakfast and another (N) who kept going on about "I need a pair of scissors." Then there was the other general insanity of the past few days that involved N swearing at everyone when they tried to direct him to the correct places (mainly his room) and yet another resident firing everyone she saw including other residents. H also attempted to feed me her lunch one day and K declared that I give "the best hug she's ever had" which happened to be the calmest part of my week. I'm so glad that tomorrow is Friday and that Saturday is going to be warm. This was supposed to be the calm week of the month!
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    Half a rant here and also, I suspect I'm about to make someone angry. I probably stated somewhere that I work in a nursing home. As far as nursing homes go, it's little and we have a lot of people with dementia. My boss wants me to make a dementia program for the residents. I don't have a lack of ideas; what I do have is an Activities department that doesn't do much except with the high functioning dementia residents. As a coworker pointed out this morning, it's almost like they're afraid to touch the lower functioning dementia residents. The people in the Activities department that would be very helpful are sadly only part time (evenings and weekends). I want Activities to get off their rears and do something with the lower functioning dementia residents even if all they do is sit there next to them. Examples: H likes to hold someone's hand so if I push her down the hall, I let her hold my hand and she smiles the entire time. I also have an alien critter that I gave H to play with while waiting for meals this week since she "fiddles" with whatever is available. She had a grand time squishing my critter and rolling him around; she smiled the entire time. I have another resident R who has a very dedicated wife and daughter. However, he gets bored so I'll wave at him when I walk down the hall. He laughs. And then there's K. She goes on "binges" where she is up for several days in a row (not unusual in nursing homes). She looked sad today so I asked her if I could give her a hug. Gave her two hugs and she started crying. About a half hour later she was out of bed and I asked her if I could give her a better hug. She opened her arms and I gave her a nice big hug. She had a big smile during the hug and after told me that "it was the best hug ever." I greet all the residents and get smiles for it as well. I'll ask if they want hugs (or if I can give them one) and the lower functioning ones normally do. They crave that touch. I know I'm going to get stonewalled by Activities because they don't/won't want to do what I think would be best. What they don't expect is someone who has seen what happens when you only take the same people all the time plus I have the evening Activities (I think) on my side as well as Restorative Nursing and the rest of the therapy department. I'm going to make my program happen and if they don't want to keep up, well, I'll find someone who can.
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    Still nothing on the psychic side of things. My spirits have been very quiet lately. In other news, sometimes I'm tempted to beat my head against a wall. I love my family, I really do; however sometimes they drive me up a wall. My dad's family is Italian and they put butter or cream on nearly everything. This will be important. Next week is Thanksgiving and I'm going to see my dad's brother. I called him this past Wednesday to explain about my dietary restrictions (no dairy and no wheat) figuring that 8 days was a good enough warning. At least, 8 days would be a good enough warning for either side of the family and it's not like this is brand spanking new information. I learn that every and I mean EVERY dish is either cream-based or drenched in butter. There has to be some way for them to just save me some veggies, a baked potato or two, and some sherbert. What is so complicated about a gluten and diary free diet that it throws everyone for a loop? I don't eat strange things. In fact, I've barely changed my eating habits and I maintain a healthy weight (I actually lost some). It's three days later and I'm still confused by my uncle not getting that I'll be fine with steamed veggies and no bread. I think I'm lost because my parents have been very understanding and usually make meals that are gluten and dairy free anyway (parents give me my veggies and then put butter on theirs).
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    I apparently have a very happy life for myself. I keep a collection of quotes that I find funny and add onto them regularly. The situation that led to the quote was very amusing at the time and made me realize that I am on occasion a ditz. My parents had come down to visit me and we were headed to a local festival. Dad needed gas in the car and we keep a record of the mileage along with other things. Dad hops out to fill up the tank and I hop in the front seat to record the information. While doing this, I lean on the horn and set it off. While I'm setting the horn off, I'm looking around like a ditz wondering where the sound is coming from. My dad jumps and my mother busts out laughing. :D Oops. Also, more amusing residents. I have a really good repertoire with this resident. This is a different C than before. C: “Hey.” Me: “Hey, what?” C: *nothing Me: “C, you know hay’s for horses right?” C: *busts out laughing I ask this question of H on a fairly regular basis because I get some interesting answers. She also has really cute boots for a lady in her 90s. Me: “Miss H, can I steal your boots?” H: “No.” Me: “But you own cuter boots than me.” H: “What would I do then?” And sometimes therapists don't use their brains. I was trying to do oral motor exercises via imitation. Me: “Miss H, where’s your tongue?” H: “In my mouth.” My token male coworker (TMC): "How are you feeling today?" Resident: "With my fingers." And then we have therapists just completely misbehaving while it goes over our resident's heads. Me: “Good morning [resident]. It’s time to get up.” Him: “Where did you come from?” Me *loud enough for TMC to hear: “My mother.” TMC: *snickering Me: “C, what’s up?” C: *nothing Me *points up “The ceiling’s up.” C: *laughs hysterically And yes, I did receive an eye roll for that. My life is definitely much more fun and exciting when I look for the amusement around me every day. If it isn't blatantly obvious by now, I LOVE my job. GO HUG PEOPLE!
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    More amusing lines from my job. Side note: I will never give you actual names of people mostly for their protection and mine. Both of these are by the same man with a straight face to boot. Me: “Name something fake.” Him: “Me.” Me: “Name something illegal.” Him: “Moonshine.” And then we have misbehaving therapists. I promise we had pool noodles. My boss: “What were you doing with those noodles?” Me: “T smacked me in the rear so I bopped her on the head.” This is a 93 year old man (A) who gives me challenges to find things for him to work on. I taught him how to play Blackjack to work on math skills. Me: “What do we need to drive a car?” A *starts listing things Me: “You forgot something important.” *makes a motion like putting a seatbelt on A *seriously: “Clothes?” Yes; I lost it. K's featured here before; we get interesting residents during the week of the full moon. K: “I’m a machine!” And on occasion I have misbehaving family members. The women I'm calling Dee. Me: “Miss Dee, is this your son?” Dee: *gives me a look like I’m crazy Dee’s son *with a straight face: “No, I’m just the stranger who brings her candy.” And in other ways to answer "How are you?" I have two new answers. B is another one of the few men we have. And H is my little survivor lady from before. H: "I'm awake." B: "Here." I still love my job. :D Go hug people!
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    Something to brighten your day. Sometimes I get really amusing answers to simple questions. The two ladies who did this most recently I'll call H and J. The question was "How are you?" H: "I'm speechless." J (with a big smile): "Crazy." J has given me that answer several times and she always has a smile when she says it. While feeding an different little lady ( C) who would go backwards in her wheelchair, I had this gem. C: "Help." Me: "What do you need help with?" C: "I don't know; I need help." C also gave me this on a different day. We were quarantined due to sickness, and I was feeding C lunch since she couldn't reach her table. C: “I won’t eat more until you give me a hug.” Me: *gives her a hug “Here you are C.” C: *resumes eating her dessert for me This was one of my few men (D) on caseload. Me: “D, here’s your orange juice.” D (deadpan): “Does it have vodka in it?” Me *trying not to laugh hysterically: “No. There’s no vodka.” D: “It tastes better that way.” K's a hoot on occasion as well and she loves dogs so we regularly have pictures of dogs on hand. She wanted out the front door but it was too cold that day. Me: “K, come see the puppies.” *pulls her into the therapy room K: *speed wheels over to me with a big grin on her face “I caught you!” At least my days are never boring. I love my job and all the people I help.
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