Part Time

There was only one job that I had ruled out. Only one. And that was as a caregiver. And guess what? The job of moving my Filipina lady has turned into a very part time caregiver job. Nothing regular so nothing to count on and exactly what I did not want, but one does not spit on someone who is willing to pay them. 

I never wanted the responsibility of someone's health and well being in my hands. And that was always the biggest stress about having kids. Overwhelming responsibility; at least if you attempt to do it right (whether you get it right is another story). So guess where I spent Saturday? In the hospital with my charge trying to figure out why she was practically incoherent and seeing if they could get her blood sugar maybe down a bit from the 500 it was when I insisted she test it (normal is 80-120). Ayayay.

After doing that all day and leaving her sleeping on a gurney about 8pm with the doctors undecided about whether to admit her or not, I went to a bar in the mall to watch the Olympics. I figured I could nurse a beer for a few hours and see what was up. I was waiting for the swimming and since everyone was, they kept it until the end. Of course at 10:30 I got a call from the hospital to pick her up. Missed the swimming. Better luck in 2016. Maybe I will have a TV by then!

 Great TVs. Great Games.

 Turned out to be the cheapest beer in the mall too.

On the up side: it is better than a sharp stick in the eye and whenever I leave there I feel young, strong and healthy (and tall because the ceilings are low). I also still have plenty of time to continue to seek more steady employment - that is a little less fun - being constantly overlooked takes its toll - but hey, something's got to give. 

So the lesson is...be careful what you don't wish for, and appreciate what you have. Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone... Ain't that the truth.