At work they started adding these blue sheets of paper called "Access" to our protocol. Bascially since we are litterally on the home front more so than the nurses and the ladies in the front office who handel the daily chores of scheduling and making sure everything runs smooth. We write down any changes in the client, home ect. I wrote 2 on my Lil Lady so far. She has changed drastically in the last 45 days. Her talking has detoriated, her memory is worse and she is alot weaker physically. She isn't the same lady 6 months ago. She has severe arthritis in both her hands. She can not pick up her pills and I do her breathing treatment thingies ( there lil capsules filled with meds for her lungs ) so she can take a breathing treatment. She can no longer get herself ready for bed. The agency is going to send a nurse out to reavulate her - finally - it costs $ and the son and the son's wife HATES to do that. I hate leaving her at 10 in the morning knowing that she won't be seen again till 3 that afternoon. In between those long hours no one sees or talks to her. It's shameful. Her son is "sleeping" - no he's not. He's hungover. Really? The arthritis in her hands could have been prevented if they would have taken her to the doctors. But no. My heart is breaks for this wonderful lady. I wish I could adopt her.
When I got home from my one client it rained all the way home. I couldn't take the kids for a walk because of all the thunder and lightening. So I grabbed a blanket and pillow and watched Big Bang and fell asleep for 2 hours! No kidding! I woke up a up and it wierded me out that it was so late. I must have needed it. Took my shower and now just chillen. It has been so hot and humid. Back in the day I could take the heat no problem. Now. Not so much. I haven't even gone to the beach this year yet and really don't have the desire too. Jimmy Kimmel is in Orlando. Actually going to grab some milk and cookies and call it a party.
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