Rough night. In her shoes. Home.

Thursday, September 13, 2018 Los Angeles. Home.

Just got in about fifteen minutes ago. It's weird that fifteen minutes ago was yesterday. Anyway. I had a simi rough night with my client. With much prayer I got through. The other thing that helps me get through my shift when she is being challenging is that I don't take it personal. It's not about me. Also I don't know what it's like to walk in her shoes or lie in her bed. It must be hard sometimes to know that sooner than later you're going to die. I mean, we all are going to die but to live in hospice care has to do something emotionally to a person. I try to be as easy as I can be. It doesn't mean that it's not hard on me sometimes and it doesn't mean that sometimes I fail miserably at not taking it personal. All that said, I'm glad I'm home now. I'm also glad I'm off Friday. I have a lot to catch up on and I plan to really get it done Friday.

I took my meds already and plan on resting well. I hope you get some good sleep too.

Love yourselves.