my job

Today I kind of realized what a job I have here. I mean, I already knew, or course. But the people you go home to... 

Today I went home to my favourite 98 year old. I spoil her, that's just how it is. 

I also went home to a psycho lady, I mean really psycho. And she's off the meds now too. 

I went home to a lady that told me that she had cancer. 

Then I went home to another psycho lady, that also told me she just got cancer. 

And a man that can't do anything but to be in bed. He get's his food and liquids through a tube into his stomache.

So yes... the job itself is quite easy. But to take care of sick, tired and old (sometimes quite young) people it not an easy job for the mind. I do it a few months of the year, and that's about what I can take. My co-workers do this all year around... Kudos to them. The thing is that you have to have a sence of humor and laugh inbetween the rounds. This kind of job would kill you otherwise.