The facts are simple. I know more at times than staff. I have 23 years of care giving experience. I have schooling for Pharmacy Technician. Experience in working in the pharmacy. CNA training plus five years of Hospice work experience. I can give shots. I can use an aspirator. I can take all vitals. I can give temperatures orally and rectal.
I can bathe you in a tub or in your bed. I can wash your hair and never get your clothes wet if you are laying on a bed. I can do a complete bed change without you ever having to rise off the bed. I can help you transfer to the commode or I can get your butt all nice and clean from a dirty brief.
I can soothe your soul by brushing your hair. Promising you I won’t leave you alone. I can sing your favorite songs while you are going home to be with the Lord. I can wipe your brow and wipe your tears. I will hold you while you look into the bright light.
I will fix your meal and if need be I will gently spoon feed you. If you are on a Tube Feeder, I will make sure it is clean, refilled and flushed. I can push you in a wheel chair or hold onto you while you use your independence walking with your walker.
For all of this experience and love and comfort I bring to you, I am not a nurse nor a doctor.
I called into the facility a few minutes ago to let them know I would be picking up Al tomorrow at 1pm after his lunch. I explained I will not be bringing him back until after the supper hour.
I have cleaned and scrubbed and have the house as germ free as possible for your arrival tomorrow my brother. I have filled an Easter Basket full of your favorite goodies. I am now tired and the thought of picking up that forty pound wheel chair tomorrow makes me more tired.
When I asked how Al was doing they said alright. She told me, “We are going in twice every 8 hours to check on him. We ask if he is in pain, and we tell him to put his light on if he needs us.”
One of my blogger friends suggested I ask for a transport chair to bring him home and take him back, so I thought I would ask while I have her on the phone. She asked,” What’s that?”
The reason I gave you all of my experience is to not brag or boast. I don’t do that. I wanted to prove a point that not always do you need a license in your hand to know two things. Number one is, What is a transport chair? With your license behind you do you really not know what that is? Number 2, how many times have I said over and over that Al doesn’t use a call light? Not because he refuses, but because he has already forgotten what I taught him two days ago.
If and when Al gets to come home I am going to ask Medicare to help us to get a Transport Chair. It will be much easier for me to transport him and not take up so much room in the car. Believe me, if I could afford it, we would have a SUV or something like it as the regular wheelchair barely squeezes in the trunk even with the seats laying down.
Jesus H. Christ (Photo credit: angelofsweetbitter2009)
Bullies, people who pick on the weaker of mankind. Receiving a temporary rush of power over the human race. Children crying and hitting over wanting to keep the toy they have. Showing their distaste in someone taking what they believe is theirs.
Married couples getting divorces over hurt feelings. Words thrown at each other as daggers. Aiming at the heart ripping it in half. The first place many go is to the courts to get rid of the pain. Of course there are many valid reasons to divorce. I am speaking mainly of couples who argue and head for the judge’s room.
Mid-life crisis. Relationships can become dull and listless. One or both begin to feel threatened by their age. Looking but not speaking the words that would penetrate to understand the feelings of being lost in the world. Cheating seems to be one way of obtaining the eyes of the mate.
What do we do when we are faced with pain or hurt? Will we fight to the end for what may or not be in our opinion that we are the only one who is right? How far would you go to defend what you know in your heart is right? Would we give up and give in so not to be bullied, be alone, or cheated on?
Do we act like Jesus? Do we go the extra five miles? Will we go to any expense to show others that the way we are living is right and the only way? We will we do the impossible to save a soul from going to heaven?
What if Jesus was mocked and stoned and laid down his staff and turned his back on the people to save his own hurt and pride? When he was made to carry his own cross that he knew would lead to his death did he get so afraid he turned and ran?
Jesus loved us so much. He obeyed his Father’s every command. He knew what was going to happen. He knew the torture he would feel with each word of cruelty being spoken. Every stone thrown, every whip piercing his back. Drawing blood and open sores. Yet he did what he knew was right. He loved us so much he could not turn his back on us.
There is always a prize at the end when we stand up for what is right. When we turn the other cheek. When we take the ridicule of others who don’t care or do not understand. We may not know as Jesus did what reward stands at the end of the path. For us it will show others are strength in our beliefs.
For Jesus his reward was to rise and live forever with his Father. He wanted each of us to have the chance to be saved from Satan. The best is yet to come. We struggle, we fight, we argue. We do what we can to make it to the prize just out of our reach.
My heart is bursting from knowing that some time many years ago a man loved me so much that he died for me. All I had to do is believe. Can you imagine that? Just believe that Jesus and God are real. Believe that God is with us through every second of the day. Watching over us helping us to make it to the end of our journey. Just because we never saw the Crucifixion does not mean it never happened.
We believe in fairy tales and Santa Clause and even the Tooth Fairy. So why not believe in something so much taller and more powerful than any of these? I thank-you God for sending your son Jesus Christ to die on the cross. To be forgiven of my sins is the greatest gift I could ever dream of. Thank-you for loving me for I am such a miserable sinner. But now I am saved and to know that at the end of this journey I will be seeing your face, holding your hand in mine is something I ponder on as I fight the daily battles of living here on earth.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a member of the opposite sex for a day? What do you think life would be like?
I needed this prompt this morning. The past two nights I have had terrible, ugly nightmares. So this is very funny to me.
The first thing I would do is see what it is like to have that patch of hair growing under my nose. Does it tickle me as much as it does your tender lips when I kiss you.
I would throw those darn razors right out the bathroom window. No more razor burns. No more sleek-looking legs. Let the hair growth under my smelly man pits began to fester.
In the summer when I am hotter than crap, let me rip my shirt off and toss it over the arm of the couch like men do. Let me feel the breezes blowing gently in the hairs of my chest. Let my nipples rise to the feeling of freedom.
Let me walk in the front door from a hard day’s work and let me go to the fridge for that first thirst-quenching cold beer. Let me tell you how good it satisfies the pallet by letting out a large unruly burp.
Let me lay my head down on the couch and take a quick nap. The shower calling my name can wait a few minutes more, right? After my nap I could stand up and scratch my you know whats and then move slowly up to scratching my chest and then my head. If I sweated I may add an extra scratch to my butt.
The list that you hold out to me on my weekend off I would glance at it and tell you I will get to it when I have a chance. The first thing I would do is watch cartoons with the kids. Then I will show you how much I love you dear by going to the kitchen and frying up some taters, bacon and eggs.
Oh I will get to that splattered mess on the stove in just a few minutes. I have to run out to the garage for a minute. I promise I will be back just as soon as I check on something. But of course I forget about it and she ends up cleaning it up for me. Isn’t she a dear? I did pick the best when I popped that question.
All in all for one day I would live it up. I would drop the suit and tie for shirtless. I would get around to things when I want and when I go to bed at nights I would have the freedom to snore, burp and fart when ever I freakin feel like it.
Who I am 