Lowlight of the Day:…Dealing with the never bloody ending, twenty pounds of clay like poop from the one butt-hole.

Highlight of the Day:…Being told by a freshly showered and powdered resident that I made her day, by simply giving her a good scrub in the shower!

Cackle of the Day:…Handing a resident her glasses to put on.

“Can ya see now?”…me all chipper-like!
“No!”
“What do you mean you can’t see?”…me all bloody puzzled.

I look over to find her quite happily holding her upside-down glasses on her nose doing a crazy-eyed squint and blink dance.

Cracked me up.

Old people are bloody funny.

Shew. Day off tomorrow. Absolutely relieved I don’t have to deal with rolling another 250+ pounds of unwilling flesh for a day. We have quite a few residents up in the high poundage zone.

Today I realised I must make a lot of grunts and groans when I do. My ex-boss [I moved departments] asked if I was okay when she heard me on the other side of a privacy curtain huffing and puffing away like a two dollar hooker.

At least today I didn’t have to take a five minute break on the stomach of this one, like I did yesterday. I know it sounds undignified and just not right but before I knew it, I had laid my head on the belly of one of my favourite residents, SumoSandy, and just looked at her…completely knackered.

She just gave me her twitchy little grin and then giggled.