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I’ve been having both good and bad days, and the doctors believe that this is
going to continue until they can figure out what’s wrong with me. They’re
stumped, and they don’t want to keep me in the hospital because I’m taking a
bed from someone who needs it. They didn’t actually say that out loud, but I
can read between the lines. Fret not, I’m okay with it. I don’t want to be
here anymore either. Most of what’s happening to me involves nurses with less
education helping me. They’ve been helping me eat, and bathe, and use the
toilet. I’m not embarrassed to say that I’m struggling with doing these things
on my own these days. My mind is still all right, but my hands have been
shaking, so I can’t be trusted to hold a knife and fork myself. To free up
this room, the hospital has suggested a home care option. This person will be
able to take samples from me periodically, and send them off to the lab, but
they’ll do it from the comfort of my home. Some of them come to work every
day, and some live with their patients. The position is called a Lifecare
Assistant, and I believe that it is rather similar to a CNA back on my
homeworld. Well, I think that it may be a mix of CNA and phlebotomist, because
they will also be able to draw blood and administer IV when necessary. I’m
currently looking over my options, but I’ve not lost my job yet, so paying for
it shouldn’t be a problem. It shouldn’t last long, as I’m sure they’ll
determine what’s wrong with me eventually.
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