Sad Stuff

 I went in to see my “usual” 89 year old client, whom I’ve gotten kind of attached to. She and I chit chat like we are old buddies. So to make a long story short, there’s an issue. She called the nurse with the issue when I was with her yesterday. The on call nurse said to take two certain medications, so I gave them to her. Today, the issue had not been resolved, so she called the on call nurse again- who now said to go to the ER. So I had to call 911 and get an ambulance. They came and took her, I tidied up her place a bit, and left at 10:15 or so. Gift card boss said I’m still getting paid until noon, but even if I wasn’t, that’s ok. 

I googled the potential issue that the on call nurse said it might be, and it’s a fatal problem. If it is indeed this problem, she has a very short time left on this earth. But we don’t know that it’s that, there need to be imaging to confirm. 

I came home and did a couple of chores before Kevin was expected to get home from Louisiana this evening. Then I crapped out and fell asleep for a few hours. I realized that I fell asleep after starting laundry, so had to rewash it. Kevin got home at about 7:45. 

I would have rather been with him at the Cajun grocery stores than getting attached to another elderly person the last few months and losing them. But it is what it is, and things happen for a reason. 

I wish I could find a therapist to process things with. I emailed a couple more on psychology today, and they haven’t gotten back to me. I hate feeling rejected by therapists. It’s ten times worse than getting rejected after a job interview. Actually, it may be 50 times worse. 

I have to get back to the grind tomorrow with the 11am-7pm couple really far away with the poodle that they call “the baby” and “our youngest daughter.”  Actually, what do I mean “back to the grind”?  Wasn’t I already in the grind?  I only worked an hour and 15 minutes today and slept most of the day, but I was extremely drained. I was so drained that 8 hours with them tomorrow will be less draining.