Wednesday, January 18

oh, poop

"How are things?"

My mom texts each day to make sure I'm still kicking, still trying, still breathing.

"They're okay. I'm just tried today."

This is my response 80% of the time. I was rested and refreshed on Monday morning. Tuesday I was full of gratitude and a hopefull spirit. Today I'm just back to tired. Slightly weary, worn out and tired.

"Me too." She says. "I had 2 patients fall today in their own poop."



She's a CNA. And she wins. Her day was more tiring than mine.

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