They Lift Me Up

Well, Easter came and went without much drama (thank God!). I had to work, so there was no big Easter dinner at my house this year. It was nice though, to see the visitors at the nursing home all dressed up for Easter Sunday. Many of our residents dressed for the occasion also. A nice dinner was served, and afterward there was an Easter egg hunt for those who wished to participate. All in all it was a nice day. One of my residents went home yesterday. It was my day off, so I didn't get the chance to tell him "goodbye". I wish I had. He was one of my favorites. I knew from the start he would not stay long. He was just there for wound care and physical therapy. Well, he got some really good wound care! I had reached the point where I had refused to allow anyone to treat his wounds but me. I felt like nobody could, or would do as good a job as myself. Yes, I sound conceited, but I think that's the Virgo coming out in me. I want things done perfectly or not at all. I'm that way with all my residents. And I just know that they don't get the same care on my days off as they do when I'm there. I know this because they tell me. They tell about missed medications, missed wound care, not getting turned properly, etc.... It makes me want to be there 24/7. But I know that's impossible. And yes, they are spoiled....to a certain degree, anyway....but that's ok. They deserve it. I really want to look for employment elsewhere, and was actually offered a position recently here in Dickson at a clinic. But every day I go work, and I hand them their medication, and treat their wounds, and joke around with them, and they lift me up. They really lift me up. They make me laugh, they make me cry, they worry me, and aggravate the pee right out of me........but I love each and every one of them. Because they lift me up and keep me going.