Friday, April 27, 2012

Where have I been?

Working.  A lot.  My last month or so looked like this:
Six days on.
One day off.
Thirteen days on.
Two days off.
Twelve days on.
Two off.

We've had people get fired, people quit and people quit before they could get fired.  The whole joint's in an uproar.

So, the blog had to rest so that I could try to keep the house clean (sort of) and squeeze in extra naps when I could.

I think I have one more twelve day stretch here and then things should smooth out and get back to normal for a while.  I'm going to start making myself notes again so I have something to say when I get back on a regular schedule.

Sorry for the dead space.  I'll inject some life in here soon.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

They got a pill for that?

Yesterday, I was looking for Mrs. A to administer her meds.  I saw the back of her wheelchair sticking out of Mrs. B's doorway, so I headed down the hall. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and then rubbed Mrs. A's shoulder so she would know I was there.  Then I held her pills in front of her.  With a big sigh, she took the cup from me.

"Now, you better take those, whether you want them or not," Mrs. B said, with a stern look in her eye as she struggled to keep her face straight.

"What are they?" Mrs. A. asked.

"Those are two purgative pills, now take them," Mrs. B answered for me.

Mrs. A laughed, put the pills in her mouth and accepted the glass of buttermilk from me.  After she swallowed, she shook her head, squealed and kicked one of her legs out in front of her.

"Well, I hope those pills fix that," Mrs. B commented, raising her eyebrows.