Today turned out much better than yesterday. I'm still tired, but not as wiped out as yesterday. My knee, which started acting up after I came home yesterday afternoon, was able to carry me around and help me get tasks completed without too much resistance. A knee brace proved helpful.
When I had a few minutes I held the hand of another resident who was aching for a few minutes of undivided attention. When I hugged her she asked if she could go home with me. "My family doesn't want me anymore," she said, "because I poop my pants." She didn't smell bad and she continued to hold tightly to my hand. I reassured her the best I could, told her that she had friends here and that we love her. I thought again about my mom who always hugged her nursing home friends when she and Dad made their weekly visits. I remembered how she told me there are some who never get a hug or a kiss on the cheek anymore. I know I can't meet the need of everyone every day, but I can do a little bit as I walk through, as I answer call bells, and as I do cares. I hope I never get so distracted by my coworkers that I forget why I am there in the first place. I know it would be all to easy to do.