rockin' pnuemonia (a work entry)

and wish we were not (rockin' pneumonia, that is)... work is caring for seriously ill people, people with very frail immune systems, almost immobile bodies (all in chairs, most with molded inserts due to body deformities), weak and often failing respiratory systems (many have trach and g-tubes), and some require frequent hospitalizations to stabilize their body and prevent death... it's a strain on staff and on families is intense at times, and simple a lot all the time... and the families and government guardians can add a whole lot to the strain on staff as well... i can take a lot of the latter strain off their shoulders by insuring they know what to say to families, which is very little beyond a nurse giving basic medical facts... and with more training my medical directors can take a lot of the heat off the nurses... i definitely need to provide more training... the hope and logic is that if i invest the extra time to provide the training and develop the skills my directors, managers, nurses, supervisors, and direct care staff need to not just do their jobs well, but make their jobs easier, i will be able to relax and take some time off down the road... like a year from now... or six months...

somewhere in between holding a lot of hands, providing personalized training as they need it, handling families and other issues my directors will eventually handle, and putting out fires that will not even start eventually, i will get to the administrative tasks that are actually my job... all in all, it's a fine reward for a simple fellow who likes to think he can do the impossible... nyuk nyuk... work, it does a body good...

no, actually, it does a mind and spirit good... the body wants rest :)