Sorry for my absence!

This last week has been a little crazy, but that's ok, sometimes crazy can be good. It seems like Paul and I have been on opposite schedules for over 2 weeks now, and I have been missing him tons. but he had wednesday and thursday off, so we got to spend the morning together on Wednesday before I went to work, and then ALL DAY on thursday, I was one happy camper. I shall never take hanging out for granted anymore. Then Friday Paul had to work, so I got up (at 11!), did two loads of laundry, thought about doing the dishes, and then called Amber to try and figure out our Christmas schedules, and ended up going over to hang out, such a good day. When I got home I did the dishes and was going to start dinner when Paul called and said fried chicken (so unhealthy I know) was on sale at Safeway for 5 dollars for an 8 piece meal. And they had cake on sale. So guess what our dinner was? Haha.

Yesterday I had to work, but weekends are only 8 hours shifts so I didn't have to go in till 2:30, and Paul didn't have to work at all. We slept in till 9:30, cuddled a lot, ate breakfast, watched some Man Vs. Food on Netflix and just enjoyed each others company. ( I have seriously missed him so much as we work these opposite schedules). Then I got ready for work. When I walked in the door at work that's when everything started to fall apart. I spent the first hour fighting back tears. Let me explain. In nursing homes you have to fill out excessive amounts of paperwork to cover your butt about everything. I come in to find out this lady had a huge red area on her back and we probably have to fill out an incident report...there goes 45 minutes of my day (something the previous nurse from the morning shift should have done). Then the morning shift nurse (which nobody likes because this is her second job and she is an RN and thinks she is better than everybody else- SO annoying) tells me she has bad news. The med nurse called in sick and she can't get anyone to come in. I am not a medication nurse, I have not been trained as a medication nurse, and this nurse is telling me I have to pass meds and give insulin to 20 residents as well as do all my normal charge nurse duties, and she is not staying a minute over to help. I was defintely on the verge of tears. In the end everything turned out ok, all the other nurses came together to help me pass meds and do charge nurse stuff (mainly this other nurse did charge stuff) and I left work alive. But wait, before I say I left work let me say the entire shift we thought one of our residents was going to pass away, so we check on her every half hour or so. She only breathes once every 7 seconds, she had a plural effusion which means her lungs are full of fluid and her heart is displaced, and she can't communicate. We are giving her morphine every 4 hours to let her spend her last hours, days, however long in comfort. She was one of my favorites, only in her 70's, super sassy, and awesome. She is a hopsice patient though, has so many things wrong inside her body, and it is her time to go. So sad, the worst part about my job. Then I find out that another awesome resident passed away friday...this is seriously the suckiest part of my job, death. I only hope they know the Lord and are going to a better place.

Thank you for reading my ramblings girls. I felt sick most of last night and dreamt about work the little time I did sleep, so I skipped church this morning to have a chill day in bed. I listened to a sermon, and now I am off to go deposit my first real paycheck! Then I will have lunch, clean up the apartment, and head off to work for a hopefully better day.

All the love in the universe.

Angela