I have to admit to curling up and hiding. It’s not been a great few days. My lovely man has gone in “for respite” but we all know what that means. I try to kid myself that I will see him again, but my heart is heavy with loss already
I’ve struggled to put on my game face, but the mask helps hide the grimace. There is a positive to PPE.
I’ve looked at some people this last week, people who take great pleasure in being spiteful and mean, yet they are feeling no pain. Others who “enjoy ill health” as my dad wouId say, who moan and winge about nothing, but who feel no pain. I have no patience with them. I have no desire to see them
Tonight I met a new one. Quite happy to sign the paperwork and let me go home, after three or four minutes of minimal care. (Not my style). My job was done, but my time was not. So, I sat down, pulled out the paperwork and “pretended” to read, while chatting. I’m disgusted to admit I “work” with people who take advantage. That there are people who will do less than five minutes of work, get a signature and leave, but expect payment for thirty minutes work. This person doesn't see anyone but us. Spends twelve hours a day alone, with just us to break the monotony of their day and they can’t be bothered to sit and talk.
No. I did not do anything special. I’m no saint. I was tired. I was hot (believe me, PPE is very unpleasant to wear ... you sweat like a biatch). But, this is the job we signed up for and we should all be staying our time
Its been a tough week, but I’m grateful to this new person for reminding me what the job is.
I was thanked for chatting. Honestly, thanked for sitting and talking rubbish for twenty minutes. That’s sad. That says a lot about what has been happening. The thanks was from me to them, for reminding me why I want to do this.