Today was kind of slow, and also kind of rough. I guess today I saw some of the hard things about working with/for the elderly. Sickness, filth, abuse, and frailty. I can warm up some food, I can help them out of bed, I can have long, circular conversations with family members and I can even file a report with the proper authorities, but at the end of the day, my impotence makes me feel all the more weary.
God.
God.
posted by Elizabeth at 4:36 PM
1 Comments:
what we contribute might not seem like a lot, but it means the world to those we help. it's the difference between them feeling empowered and supported rather that alone and hopeless. bless ya, grrl!!!
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