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Because I was a caregiver for so long, I know what my employees go through. I know the challenges caregives face. I know how exhausting a 12 hour shift with a difficult patient can be. I know the job is sometimes thankless. *I* *KNOW* What YOU don't know is how difficult MY job is. My job doesn't end when my work day "ends". I am on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I have to build and manage schedules for over 10 patients and 40 employees. I have to interview potential caregivers and let them down when I cannot hire them... and on the flip side of that, I have to terminate caregivers (yes, people get fired because of their own choices, but I promise you, firing someone is not an easy job). I have to deal with patients' family members who can be demanding and ungrateful. I manage doctor's appointments for clients. I help train and orient new caregivers. I help open cases of patients who are newly injured and scared. I do payroll weekly. I audit files. ...
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Motivators! Mount up!

Adulting is hard, you guys.  Like, being responsible for shit... like bills and people and putting gas in the car. Ugh. Why??  I was thinking about the shit things we have to do and wondering how we all get motivated every day to do those things, no matter how fucking awful they are, and decided to share some things that motivate me.  Probably my biggest motivators are The Boys. Those kids have been through some shit, yet they are all so strong. They are smart, handsome, caring, and respectful, just to name a few qualities. They keep me going every day; they push me to be a better mom and person, and they never let me forget why I do what I do.  My step-dad motivates me... or the memory of him does. He isn't dead or anything, he was just a giant abusive asshole. Remembering the names he called me and the things he would say to me help me to be patient and tolerant of people... To try to remember that every one is going through something and even thou...

Untitled

DISCLAIMER: This particular blog entry is not suitable for everyone. The F-Bomb is dropped (only once, surprisingly enough) and it will probably hurt someone's feelings or piss someone off. You've been warned. There are so many emotions running through me right now. I'm trying so hard to concentrate on Regulations in Health Care homework (which, by the way is SUPER exciting...) and all I can think about is what has happened in the past couple of weeks. Tomorrow is Father's Day. I would typically wish 3 people a Happy Father's Day... my grandpa, my sister's dad, and of course Damian. Grandpa is gone now so he won't be someone I call tomorrow - obviously this alone is a source of much pain and anxiety. I will wish Niki's dad a Happy Father's Day, as he did help raise me the first few years of my life and I have nothing but love and respect for him, and I will wish Damian a Happy Father's Day because he is a wonderful daddy to Gambit and we app...

Hey! Guess what I found?

Found my dad, my biological dad. I kept saying my "real dad" but I was told by an expert that it sounded weird when I said that, so I stopped. ;) For the record... I'm not going to talk about the story of why I didn't know who he was... the WHY is not what's important... what's important is that I found him and a whole new world that I belong to. I have 2 sisters. I also have 2 aunts. And cousins. And grandparents. And I think pretty much all of them have dogs. I'm glad they don't have cats. Ugh. I was having a real hard time with this at first... only because my Grandpa isn't here and he would have had the right thing to say. And even if he didn't know what to say, he would have provided a great deal of comfort for me. There is this huge void since he's been gone... Every year on Father's Day I would call him to wish him a Happy Father's Day since he was such a great father figure to me... This is the first year that I wo...

Grandpa

Let me start out by saying this - if you are a member of my family, there is a possibility that you will NOT want to read this entry. I need to get some things out there (therapy costs too much, so this is the next best thing) and I do not want your perceptions changing when it comes to me talking about Grandpa's cremation. Any person reading this who knows me knows that my grandpa meant the absolute world to me. He was the one male in my life who treated me with respect no matter what I did, he was never mean to me, he loved me for the person I was and for the person that I wanted to become. When I was growing up, I was a terrible teen, which made living with my grandparents a chore for us all. I would stay out late without calling, I stole their vehicles, and I had parties when they were gone. Somehow they managed to still love me. When Grandpa got sick and it was pretty much inevitable that he was going to die, I prayed that God would take me instead. I felt like I...

Quick Update

So the last time I blogged was 2 days before I gave birth to my son. He came early, despite what I thought. Needless to say, he just turned a year old yesterday. Hard to believe. The other major thing that has happened since then is that Grandpa passed away. It was decided that he would go on Hospice and live out his remaining days at home. The doctor's weren't able to do anything more for him and the pain was just too much. I hate that he's gone, but I am glad that he's not suffering anymore. It was becoming more and more difficult to visit him and Grandma and see the pain in his face... watch him lose more and more weight every day... Last weekend we had a memorial for him at the cemetary, with a nice family bar-b-que afterwards. My mom and uncles put together a memorial garden at Grandma's house so that she can sit on the benches people gave her at the funeral and just think about him. I haven't seen the finished product, but I'm sure it's beautif...