on the wave

A crisis morning. I'm late, but on time to make it for work at 8. No sitting, unintentionally.

A very busy day at work today. Because of the various trainings going on I work on one unit alone for most of the shift. And a good shift it is, quiet, focused, the sense of humour helps to keep going...

But also notice I can't help being sarcastic about the way the 'care plans' are maintained and approached here. They can be useful, but unfrotunately are not , not here, just seem like the waste of time. What happened to the common sense? I also learn that if you leave an open bag in the kitchen, for example mine, some residents might think it's a rubbish bin and leave something there, for example a used tea bag.

And there's the Extended Circle Meeting between 19 & 21 o'clock. One of the very last ones. This overlaps with the last hour at work.

Shower, email. Then speak with my sister, she does have some bad news, I call my mum, and so she does! It makes me reflect on the job of maintaining the balance within all this. Good news yesterday, bad news today and the challenge of remaining grounded and responsive to them, without being locked in the emotions. Untouched, but not indifferent? hmmm...

I eat, rest, practice guitar.

I'll be home on Sunday morning! Hurray!

And here's the song I recalled on my way back home, I did miss it!: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvNV5IxxB4A