don´t wake me...
i´m currently at work, like always.
my old people are sleeping and rottening away right behind my back and there is nothing i can do but trying to make their last days a bit more confortable.
it´s cold now, we almost can´t go out with the olds anymore.
the strrets are iced and so it´s dangerouse, and the weather, the cold wind, i personally would go out with em, but i am not allowed.
i´m haveing silently music running and it really makes me sentimental.
i wanna write more often again. i miss it.
yesturday, i wasen´t working, and one of the lovely old men died.
frank belscher. he went out every morning getting the newspaper for his roommate.
i´m going to miss the old fart.
he died because of an heart attack, i just heared the news a few hours ago.
we are going to get a new person next monday. i´m not sure if i´ll be there.
i hate it when we get new people.
on my very first day we got an old lady, she was yelling and crying and wanted to go home to her husband.
but her husband had died a week previously and she was senile.
it was so sad.
she still talks to him or asks where she is, where he is, what has happened.
sometimes i tell her about the death of her husband, sometimes i tell her that he is shopping.
sometimes i have no answer and i will just change the toppic...
in the room behind me live two elder weman.
one lost her whole family years ago.
her doughter drowned when she was 5, her son died in a car accident.
her husband -- she never talks about him, i don´t know.
she shares the room with another nice lady.
she gets a few visits every month, se is always so happy.
her grandson comes to see her.
i dunno about any other relatives... he is the only one. ever.
there is so much life in this building, so many stories to be told, so many things to do...
so much, that will never be said, never be done, wasted away...
i´m very tired now, maybe i can get a few minutes sleep later.
there is a 'silent hour' in witch usually nothing is going to happen.
i might try sleep that hour threw.
i have a sign hanging from my neck saying 'bitte nicht wecken' lol, thats where the title is comeing from.
okay, i´m actually not sleeping, but i definitly don´t feel awake.
it´s so fucking sad here.
the wind is knocking on the windows and you can hear every smallest noise, every step, the surring noise of the light...
i like nights like those. it doesen´t happen so often that i feel like this while being here, so i try to make the best out of it and tell myself this feeling is there for some reason...
maybe i´m just overtired.
i never wrote about my job before, did i?
okay, i´ll stop writeing now. need some happy music :)
love ya!
xoxo"
my old people are sleeping and rottening away right behind my back and there is nothing i can do but trying to make their last days a bit more confortable.
it´s cold now, we almost can´t go out with the olds anymore.
the strrets are iced and so it´s dangerouse, and the weather, the cold wind, i personally would go out with em, but i am not allowed.
i´m haveing silently music running and it really makes me sentimental.
i wanna write more often again. i miss it.
yesturday, i wasen´t working, and one of the lovely old men died.
frank belscher. he went out every morning getting the newspaper for his roommate.
i´m going to miss the old fart.
he died because of an heart attack, i just heared the news a few hours ago.
we are going to get a new person next monday. i´m not sure if i´ll be there.
i hate it when we get new people.
on my very first day we got an old lady, she was yelling and crying and wanted to go home to her husband.
but her husband had died a week previously and she was senile.
it was so sad.
she still talks to him or asks where she is, where he is, what has happened.
sometimes i tell her about the death of her husband, sometimes i tell her that he is shopping.
sometimes i have no answer and i will just change the toppic...
in the room behind me live two elder weman.
one lost her whole family years ago.
her doughter drowned when she was 5, her son died in a car accident.
her husband -- she never talks about him, i don´t know.
she shares the room with another nice lady.
she gets a few visits every month, se is always so happy.
her grandson comes to see her.
i dunno about any other relatives... he is the only one. ever.
there is so much life in this building, so many stories to be told, so many things to do...
so much, that will never be said, never be done, wasted away...
i´m very tired now, maybe i can get a few minutes sleep later.
there is a 'silent hour' in witch usually nothing is going to happen.
i might try sleep that hour threw.
i have a sign hanging from my neck saying 'bitte nicht wecken' lol, thats where the title is comeing from.
okay, i´m actually not sleeping, but i definitly don´t feel awake.
it´s so fucking sad here.
the wind is knocking on the windows and you can hear every smallest noise, every step, the surring noise of the light...
i like nights like those. it doesen´t happen so often that i feel like this while being here, so i try to make the best out of it and tell myself this feeling is there for some reason...
maybe i´m just overtired.
i never wrote about my job before, did i?
okay, i´ll stop writeing now. need some happy music :)
love ya!
xoxo"