A Beautiful Quiet Sat. A.M. in Plan B

The whole hood is quiet ( no fights, no yellin for Bubba, Romeo asleep beside me and of coffee. Beautiful coffee…) and I am taking advantage of it. Slowly waking up and a brain full of cotton. It may or may not clear out but it’s ok and it’s sat. and I’m not working. I slept 9 yes 9 hours straight. Beautiful. When I sleep good the whole world is more agreeing. Lack of sleep causes me such problems. I am more sensitive to sounds, light and felt like shit bascially. Yea sleep.
Today is the winter palooza in town. Romeo and I will go. I need some neem oil shampoo for him and some neem oil plain for his itchy skin. This weather is hard on the poor guy. Itchy itchy.
Yesturday was cra- cra. Worked with a new ( not new but new to me ) Demi who was good. She was cool. We were busy. We have 2 patients dying well actually 3. We need to open up the windows and lets their souls free. We do. One young man he finally became a DNR yesturday. When I hear the nurses talk sometimes it is so callous. But there old pros and I am a newbie. I hope I don’t become that way. Please don’t let me become “that” way. Yes, sometimes I do see where death is the right way to go. Just let it be peaceful. This poor guy has been in the hospital a long time. Came from the worst nursing home in the city and when I take care of him I tell him who I am and what I am going to do. I do that with everybody but with him I don’t want him to be afraid so I tell him I am not going to hurt him just take a lil blood for a blood sugar. I always tell him thank you. Ugh. My job is not only physically hard it’s emotionally hard too sometimes.
Today is going to be a beautiful day. Mid 80’s and sunny and not going to do a thing around the house. Not a thing. Na- da. Nope. No way. Ok mayby laundry but other than that no.
I feel grateful for what have and what I do in life. I am grateful that my body ( which is going to be 55 soon ) can pull up patients, make beds in lightening speed, run or rather skip if I have to be somewhere in a hurry, turn and tuck a thousand times a day, help push knees up with the greatest of ease and still keep a sense of humor when secretely I wish I could cry.
I know one thing for sure. Spouses can keep the other spouse from getting better quicker. I have an over bearying wife who just needs to go. She is one giant pain in the ass and she is going to slow her husbands healing just by her nrg. Just sayin.