It's that time. I look up at the clock and realize it's already past midnight... pumpkin time. For many it's not late, but if I stay up and keep my computer I can't lay back. I didn't eat tonight and I fear I really do need a new caregiver at night who can cook. I feel like calling the VA and reducing my hours to prove a point but then getting the time back might be a bitch. It's a no win situation. Fast food vs home cooking vs weight. I know what's causing weight gain... for about a yr now the only time I've ate cooked meals is when I had a fill in or had a bbq. Sad really and must stop. A new plan must be put in place... but someone's going to be upset over the loss of hours.
Dealing with other cultures has been interesting. Ups and downs to it. Call off's and attitude is what I deal with some days. One aide is from Ethiopia and is a Decan at the Baptist church. Great. The other is from Lebanon and is just a young boy still. I consider anything around 25 and below young! Damn I feel old. I remember when...
I shall continue this tomorrow..... I'm hungry and Doritos are calling my name. It's something in my tummy anyway.... maybe I need start buying cereal for the young bouy to make. Think he can make that?
