03.06.08
doublement, s'il vous plait
earson: ain't that a kick in the head - frank sinatra, dean martin
eyeson: sickly faces, odd mottled dreams with occasional brightness
thoughton: accident/test/taxes/accident/test/taxes/accident/test/taxes ..
97 year old woman is skin and bones. she has feathery white hair and her pinkblue scalp peeks through it. her body is skin and bones, putting a blood pressure cuff on her arm is like handling a bird's wing. she has a broken hip that's recently been repaired and she's been given morphine. we are attempting to turn and reposition her without hurting her. she warns us in that quavering soprano that we mustn't hurt her and pleads with us to stop if we ask her to. we turn her; she cries out and sobs, begging us to stop .. but we have to reposition her or her skin will dissolve against the bed.
another woman is 80 but appears to be 60. she has lymphoma and is experiencing heart complications. she's humiliated because we have to clean her after wetting her bed ..
blah. another woman eagerly asks how long i'll be on tonight and if i'll be her aide all that time. a gentleman asks how old i am and if i'm single, lets me know he has a son approximately my age. a non-verbal patient smiles pwhile we reposition him for the upteenth time, glad we're there. another nurses' assistant asks me into a difficult room again and while there, wonders out loud if i'll be going to nursing school .. indirectly complimenting me.
so it's good and bad. the poop is bad. the smiles are good.
my father got a letter from the insurance company of the woman i hit that day in january. it says we might become liable for the damage to her car. .. you know .. . i know everything happens for a reason .. but isn't this getting a little ridiculous?
written at 12:02 a.m.
