Don't go Googling scripture now, just because I'm being sarcastic. Truth be told, that saying amuses me muchly. God knows that we can't handle much on our own, so He doesn't give us more than HE can handle. And He can handle anything.
Tonight's ramblings are brought to you by lack of sleep and increase of stress secondary to sudden onset of parental caretaker responsibilities. As evidenced by (funny, I don't think I've used the term "as evidenced by" since nursing school, and now I'm having flashbacks to writing care plans) I don't even know what I was going to write next, I just wanted to use "as evidenced by" in a sentence. Next!
If you ever get COVID and want to find a way to snap yourself out of a post-COVID funk really quickly afterward, I'll tell you what works: having both of your parents come down with major medical issues. At the same time. It helps if you're basically the only child, too, and as an added bonus to keep you on your toes, make sure each parent is hospitalized at a different hospital, preferably in two different cities (neither of which should be the city of your residence). That is a completely effective way to forget your own problems for a while. Oh, eventually (and actually, it won't even take that long...) your body will remind you that you're not as young as you think you are anymore, and that you are still recovering from COVID and should be taking it easy yourself. However, as the #1 daughter, you will push that aside and do what needs to be done to take care of your parents. Because, dammit, the people gave you life. They raised you. They made you the awesome person you are today. It doesn't matter that you didn't always get along when you were growing up, and even sometimes still don't see eye to eye, because you just step up and do what needs to be done. It can't rain all the time, right? You can sleep later. Perspectives change suddenly. Welcome to adulthood. And if you are fortunate enough to also be a nurse or other caregiver, who does this kind of thing for a living as they say, it will be both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because you'll know how the "system" works and what to expect, and also because you'll already be professionally trained in the best and safest ways to literally just take care of people. A curse, because everyone needs to just turn their professional mind off for a while. But, that's what comes with working in health care. You can't get away from it, even when you're not on the clock. It's everywhere.
ANYWAY...I just needed to write a bit to organize some thoughts and vent a bit. I'm mentally exhausted, but physically not too bad right now. I don't even feel like explaining everything that has happened since my last post right now, that's how tired I am. I should sign off and get some sleep until midnight when I have to wake up and be a nurse again. But I don't mind -- I've spent years and years and thousands of hours doing this kind of thing for people I'd never met before and may likely never see again; it's really quite an honor to be able to care for people who mean the absolute world to me.
I just hope my car doesn't get broken into, stolen, or operated on (i.e. catalytic converterectomy) overnight. That would suck.
Good night!
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