I have finally reached my weekend off. I am going to do my best to enjoy it, because I have a twelve day stretch coming up. That will bring me to my next weekend off, then I have another eight day stretch. We have been working short quite a lot lately and it can be extremely exhausting. The days I picked up would have only had one nurse on. As long as I have my weekend, I suppose I could help out. I need the money and they definitely need the help. The residents certainly can’t go without, that wouldn’t be fair to them. I just hope they get some help for me soon. Just a little. I don’t mind busting my ass, I have always been a hard worker, but reasonably.
We have had a lot of new residents lately, which also means that we have had a lot pass. A majority lately are ones that have been there since I first came almost four years ago and it’s been a tough thing to see. It’s always hard in general to say goodbye, but when you have grown so used to a resident..that’s really tough. My unit has changed so much over the last couple months. Usually it’s a more gradual change.
When you first start in the geriatric field, they always say to try and not to get attached. That is a nearly impossible task. Each resident has a personality, some have bits that may remind you of your own family and spark a little extra something in your heart. Some just sneak up on you. I care about all of my residents, but I have a couple I absolutely adore. How could you not. Sometimes, you spend more time with them than you do than you do with your own families. There is one that has been there since I came, a very special one to me. I dread the day that this resident says goodbye to me. I think this is the hardest part of my job.
So here I am, I worked last night. I am going to get a few hours of sleep. Relax the rest of the weekend with my family then head off on a long stretch to care for my second family. Going to be lots of coffee in my future!