I’ve been home from Canada for over a week now……sorry I haven’t posted anything lately…..I’ve had this urge to post, but truly just couldn’t convince myself that what I had to say was important enough to put out there for people to see. Today I decided I was going to write a post and not worry about if people would respond well, or respond at all. So here we are.
This past week has been up and down. I was still running on a bit of a high from being on vacation for a week, but then my first 2 days back at work were two of the most busy days I have ever had at work. I started this job in October last year, and this past week I had two days in a row with more than one guest coming in back to back…..Tuesday I had 3 guests come in with no more than 20 minutes between them. My job is to help people having a mental health crisis……so it’s not just people come in and stay a few minutes and leave, it’s they come in, go through an assessment, then come back and talk with me for no shorter than 45 minutes, then they go through an exit assessment and then I have paperwork to enter into the computer. the whole process usually takes about 60-90 minutes per individual, sometimes more. We are only open from 3-9 pm so when 3 people come in to utilize our services all on the same night, it can be a bit overwhelming…..especially because I was the only one working, I didn’t have a co-worker those days last week. We usually have 2 of us there so as to be able to help everyone more efficiently, but my co-worker called in those days.
Then, I had ECT treatment on Friday, so I was down for the count for most of the day. I am glad this treatment is available to me as it seems to be very efficient combine with my daily medications. I have ECT 1x a month so as to help boost the effects of my medication and help to keep my depression and anxiety stable.
Saturday, my grandpa fell down and my grandma couldn’t get him back up. He was complaining his back was hurting him really bad, so grandma called the ambulance and they took him to the ER where they did cat scans and x-rays to make sure nothing was broken. All the tests came back fine, and they sent him home with pain meds. Yesterday, however, pa woke up in tremendous pain and was unable to move to get himself out of bed. Grandma called 911 again and the paramedics again took him to the hospital where they ran tests again to make sure nothing was indeed broken and they ended up admitting him because of the amount of pain he was experiencing. They were trying to get him into the rehab facility portion of the hospital, but the Dr. said he probably wouldn’t qualify and that they were going to look into nursing homes for him to recover at. Pa was really confused, the pain meds didn’t help, and he kept asking where he was and why he was there and tried getting out of bed, so they had to put an alarm on his bed and they had a nurse sitting with him all the time in his room. I feel bad for Pa and Grandma alike. I feel bad for Pa because I know he’s in pain and just wants to be home. I feel bad for Grandma because I know she’s hurting watching her love go through what he’s going through. She had promised him she’d never put him into a nursing home and I though he probably wouldn’t remember it, she would, and it hurts her to see him deteriorating. It hurts all of us. I have a close relationship with my grandparents, and I talk to grandma at least 4x a week. It’s hard knowing they won’t be here forever, and that the time is fading fast.
Today I was supposed to work, but I told my boss what was going on with my grandpa, and before I even had a chance to ask for today off of work she said to me “you’re lucky to still have your grandparents around, you need to go spend time with them” and she told me not to come to work today. What a blessing.