First of all, I discovered Substack. I’m intrigued. It’s a platform where you can write articles about anything. Wow! I subscribed to about 10-12 people who write about things I’m interested in.
Secondly, gift card boss wanted to meet me at a convenience store right by one of my clients’ home, 15 minutes before my shift, so she could give me my $100 gift card. Usually she mails them, but I haven’t seen her in person since I was onboarded in January.
The next morning, I used my Walmart gift card to buy five cases of bottled water for hurricane season. This added up to a little over $20. With the rest, I bought solid 100% cotton quilting fabrics, because I am officially going to start sewing again. After quitting my training at the ABA facility and becoming very disillusioned, I lost all of my creativity and dumped all of my fabric squares and scraps into a clothing donation bin. It was a very rash and bad decision. My experience trying to become a Registered Behavior Technician was so off the wall that it temporarily killed my soul.
I had two denim chenille quilts that the sewing was complete on, and they just needed to be clipped and laundered. I gave both to my daughter with a sharp pair of fabric scissors and told her to finish them and do what she wanted with them- keep, sell, or gift. She was eager to finish them. My plan was originally to have an Etsy shop. Maybe I still can. I plan on going back to 25 cent day this Wednesday.
My daughter Anna is working a summer job at the day camp at the YMCA. She finished training this past Friday and the kids start Tuesday. The last day of this program is July 31. She’s also working on adding lace to some of her own clothing, and she attended the graduation ceremony for her old high school to support her younger friends.
The 16 year old granddaughter of one of the elderly people I’m caring for witnessed a classmate get hit by a car this past week, and this morning, the kid unfortunately passed away. Her grandmother is so worried about her, not only from the trauma of witnessing it, but because it was a hit and run and she had to give statements to the police. Talking to the police can be traumatic for kids, and hopefully these cops were understanding. She’s going to carry this with her for life.
One of my friends had a baby on January 26 who just went home a few days ago. He was born with hydrocephalus and was in the NICU. She posted an Amazon wishlist, which I ordered a rattle off of. I love Amazon wishlists, because you don’t have to guess what a person wants or needs.
I went to work yesterday with a woman who is 99 years old. She is adorable. She is being cared for by her daughters who are in their 70’s, and they just need a break. One of the first things out of their mouths when I showed up and before they left the house was that they would give her Benadryl so she’d sleep for me! Oh? I heard that was abuse, but I pretended I knew nothing. It’s abuse if you give it to a child to make them sleep. I’m not sure you can tell two 70 year olds who are caring for their 99 year old mother not to do that. Like I said before, elderly people are stuck in their ways. The last old man I took care of drank nothing except coke and rum. The ice melting in those drinks was his only water intake. A major difference between caring for kids vs elderly is that with kids, you always have to do best practice. If an elderly person wants coke and rum, or Benadryl, or cake for breakfast, or a smoke, then who cares. Just don’t smoke around the oxygen! But if you’re a kid- don’t smoke at all.
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I have a lot of thoughts to blog about regarding the following topics:
Traumatic memories being processed differently, to the point where you probably don’t remember things correctly, and how that can lead to imposter syndrome when you have PTSD
The low birth rate and how people are all of a sudden trying to promote having children. 20-30 years ago, they promoted not having children, or at least, waiting to do it absolutely last. It’s so weird to me to see how the propaganda has done a 180. Did they not think my generation would listen?
I have some thoughts on Joseph Duggar’s nasty ass.
I’m having Artemis dreams every night. Ever since I killed that deer, the goddess of the hunt is living rent free in my psyche. THE deer I killed is always somewhere in these dreams too. I don’t know how to interpret any of it. Do I need to be interpreting?
Stay Tuned
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