perfectly_flawed

Okay, So everyday when I got to work I go stright to this one patients room to say hi and just shoot the shit with him. He has Brain cancer and lung cancer. I mean this guy is so awsome I love him to peices. Well, 25 min into my shift i was doing my charting and getting the day started. My nurse looks at me and said that George Just passed. I was like no fuckign way I was just in there bullshitting with him.. So yeah that was my night. I was all bummed out because of George. The nurse asked me if i would call his family. So I called the daughter, I had to break the horrible news to her.. I felt so bad.. I think that is the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. Any hoot. Got all the phone calls done, and the funeral home on it's way.. Went out to smoke. And George's daughter come to the smoking area, and gives me a hug and tells me that I am a damn good aide and thanks me for taking care of her pops.. I almost lost it..

So maybe my job does have a little more meaning than I thought.. DOnt get me wrong I do love my residents.. But there are days I just want to tell them to shut the hell up and wipe their own ass. I've just been in a deep thought all night.. It's just crazy how everything works..

Well, there's my shit. like, love or leave it.. Fuck it life goes on.. Take care..