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[fredericks]

I love confronting my own insecurities about my future while working (in the same way I love starting out my day by sticking my finger up a random woman's rectum - manual disimpactions for the win!).* Had another patient who I found living in squalor, home in utter disrepair, no known family around to assist. The one saving grace was that the gent was obviously in the grips of dementia and believed that he had a companion staying with him, so he wasn't lonely. Just, you know, living in a home with no working stove or kitchen sink or toilet and ordering out whenever he remembered to eat (which, judging by the fact that he reported having lost 20 pounds over the last couple of months, wasn't very frequently). I had to send him back to the hospital and pray that the social workers there do the right thing by not discharging him without a solid long term plan besides "call the home care nurses and let them take care of things."

I just...no. Picking through the meager and slightly moldy contents of a person's fridge? Never fun. Realizing a little old man is all alone in the world with a terminal diagnosis and no fresh food or resources (or bank statements or financial information) available? Depressing as hell. But at least I was there to (nicely) scream at his doctor for dropping the ball and help this guy into a cab on his way back to the hospital (he went with someone, never worry).

Outside of that sucktastic scene? today was lovely. Did a lot of walking throughout the Village and Chelsea making my rounds. And I was given the option of not working tomorrow so I get a day of respite and still get two days off during the week. Score!

Happy Weekend, everyone.

P.S. - I've been humming and/or singing along to Lambert's Pick U Up all day. When I hit a theme I damn well stick to it, don't I?


*There is NO WIN involved in manual disimpaction or self-reflection. Lots of shit all around.

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[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Me too. Either produce some kids or make sure my bank account is padded really really well so I can afford a private hire aide in my old age. It's so hard to take care of elders financially nowadays, and society doesn't support it socially (imagine trying to get a day off from work so you can accompany your parent to their medical appointments on more than one occasion).