Yes S, the wind is blowing like a small hurricane, temps are dropping, I love to sit in a cozy little apt and feel blessed when there are people with no homes. However, I have some crippling pain and am going to take a hot shower and pray for sleep as I have all that shopping and presents for ... ok everybody wanted to know what I do, I am Activities Director at an Extended Care Facility and now you all think I am an air head that only calls Bingo. Not so, I participate on care plan conferences and work closely with persons who are really grieving, really suffering, their families either dropping them at the door and driving off or sitting there 24/7 measuring the food you give them. It is a draining and teeth-grinding stressful job trying to "entertain" sick people who would rather be in bed. Watching them die and dealing with staff issues, psychiatric syndromes, state surveys, people screaming and running one another over, people constantly saying "what are we going to do now", etc., lol. I work with a lot of people with advanced dementia who cannot communicate except through me "reading their minds" and re-framing their sentences to make sense. Stroke victims who get "yes and no" mixed up or say the opposite, and the only way to know what they are saying is to look into their eyes and guess. You know what, I am usually right on target. Intense stuff. I understand intense.
That is my "resume" for those who have asked. BTW I wanted to be a psych nurse but quit going back to school because I would not leave my kids with a step father who mixed tuna fish in their soup to make it "healthy" and harassed them about mowing the lawn while he layed in bed reading books about Mars.
This, friends, is what I bring to the table.
Dying Swan Chicken Pants
