#allblackeverything another shot from my latest campaign for @swimsuitsforall!!!! #SexyAtEveryCurve (at Turks and Caicos Islands)
gorgeous <3
I have been sick.
I have been sick and unable to go to work for two days. I feel really weird saying this, but I really miss going to work. Don’t get me wrong, Yesterday, I was kind of like ‘man, outta work today. oh well, it’s just one day.’ And now, I am feeling 'Oh shit, that’s two days without pay…. shit. SHIT. I really need to be there!’
Not only that, but I am a care provider for an elderly couple… They are the sweetest people in the world! Liboria is 73, she has Multiple Sclerosis, she is diabetic, and she has Liver Disease, which is at the final stage, Cirrhosis of the Liver. Her husband, Pete, is completely deaf and doesn’t know sign language. He hasn’t always been deaf though, so he can talk (scream). He can also read my lips very well and usually has me translate for him what others are saying.
Liboria had an appointment with the Cardiologist today, and I had to cancel. It was very frustrating because we have been waiting for almost six months to meet with the actual cardiologist. The last two times that we have gone, we met with the Physicians Assistant and The Nurse Practitioner. We had made an appointment with Dr. Johnson, originally back in September. Though, Gainesville Heart and Vascular Group called and cancelled that one, then again to the rescheduled appointment that was made for December 15. Now, I’ve had to cancel this one… ugh it will be a year before she is ever back at that office.
I guess, what I am really feeling is a sense of letting down the person that completely depends on me every single day. In a way, I am Liboria’s mother and she is a young child. I have to bathe her, feed her, dress her, put her on the potty every hour, do her laundry, clean her house, bathe her dog. Not to mention, prepare her meals for the afternoon when I’m not there so she doesn’t eat things with too many Carbs, sugars, or salts. (Her husband is pretty elderly himself.) I also check and log her blood glucose levels, three times a day, for the Dietitian. I make and take her to all her doctors appointments. I handle medicine being refilled. Insurance companies, bills, I am her care provider. Every sense of the title has huge responsibility. I feel like by not being there, I am letting her down in, obviously, more ways than one. I just want her to know that I love her and I don’t want her to be sad while I’m gone… but I know that she is. I have talked to her on the phone 4 times today… and it still doesn’t seem like enough….
I just attended the best passion of the Christ play. As they were “nailing” Jesus to the cross the entire thing broke. No one knew what to do and it got quiet. Finally one of the guards on stage said “You get out of it this time Jesus”
omfg
I CAN’T STOP FUCKING LAUGHING NOBODY LOOK AT ME
