Mar 20, 2011 16:32
Somehow slept in til 545 this morning -- half an hour after I needed to be at a bus stop, so that was awesome. I was up pretty late last night because I went down to Eugene to the Kumori-con meeting and then we ended up visiting Fox and Ellen and I was repeatedly colonized by their tiny, ancient cat, and then we went to Sushi Station.
Got home, opened Think Geek package, discovered I'd gotten the Ada Lovelace shirt in the grab bag. Amy got a Iron Man arc core one, which glows in the dark and is pretty much useless to her. She was mildly grumpy over it but I pointed out that last time I'd gotten a Lost shirt.
Still can't figure out what happened. I think probably I hit Dismiss instead of Snooze.
Anyway.
Walk into Resident 1's room. Discover that she is actively dying. (She was thinking about it during the past week, but now it is obviously happening.) Now to a certain degree I am used to being around dying people, seeing as, you know, I work with people with dementia in their eighties and nineties. There's a difference between 'this person is going to die eventually and that eventually is going to be within this year, or this half year' and 'this person's body is actively going through the shut down process, and consciousness has completely left the building'. I don't mind it, exactly, but it's always a strange thing to see.
I walk into Resident 2's room, and so help me god, this is what came out of my mouth: "Why - WHY do you have three pairs of panties and your incontinence brief on?"
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Not to mention I got yelled at and shoved because I cruelly refused to let Resident B come into Resident A's room while I helped Resident A in the bathroom. Which, I have fully had many conversations in bathrooms, but Resident B would have been all up in my business -- more than she usually is. ._.