As you can see from the title, everything must come to an end.
I have news, as you could probably guess from the title of this post: we moved to a new apartment! Hence why I was away again for a month.
I'm on here tonight late because tonight is the night my schedule for work opens up to put on our shift requests.
It's just interesting since this is also the woman who taught me to never take crap from anyone. But I think sometimes my mother still has hopes for her mother getting better or treating her better
I've had a nice, relaxing few days yesterday and this morning and it's been very helpful overall in getting me to feeling refreshed and ready for another night at work.
I needed to take care of myself more than I needed to take care of patients, and I actually didn't feel guilty for doing so. And I'm proud of myself for getting to this point.
This is the second time she's mentioned medications since we've started and while she's not pushing me to go on them, she did bring up a good point about my avoidance of them.
They keep saying at work that better days are coming, but it's really hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel at the moment.