And it is just 11AM here now.
There are days when you wake up, and you just know that it is going to be a tough one. Today is one of those days, starting with having to wake the wife up for work, again. It is like once more, I am left with keeping track of everything, for everyone here.
Then instead of enjoying my first cup of coffee, I get the dog barking, because the paper delivery was late, which starts her off. That in turns wakes Mom up early, which means attending to that procedure, earlier than expected.
Don’t get me wrong, not like it is a big deal, just that a few minutes of ‘me time’ is nice, as it doesn’t happen next, until about 11:30 PM.
A substitute home support worker for the day too, so that means the 9Am to 9:30Am time spent catching up on email, etc., is doubled up with keeping an ear open to what is going on in the bathroom. One can’t just relax, because the majority of substitutes simply aren’t qualified enough. A guy has to keep on guard, to step in, if needed.
Then breakfast, which ends with a full glass of sticky juice going everywhere, and there goes the routine again. No, one can’t be upset, because just the spilling of the juice, has her nervous, worried, and shaken. Means one has to be extra tactful, in what you say, or else the whole day is gonna be nothing but cajoling & support.
When accidents happen, it also winds up progressing to other issues. Already the question of who will show up tomorrow, has been uttered twice. ( Thank you Beacon Community Services). The uncertainty gnaws, and when a day goes bad at the beginning, it is a festering sore that won’t go away.
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