I have worked in an assisted living and home healthcare service for the past two months. I have met some incredible people. But I am not of the cloth that can be in such settings. The poverty is downright depressing and sad. I sure hope I never end up in a dementia ward!!! The facilities are nice. My co-workers were super. I didn’t get to know them well because I was “out in the field”. I wish them all the best. But man, that work is rough.
I am meant to get back into my fascination of the myofascia. Inspired by the thought of working in outpatient again. I want to learn a whole lot more about soft tissue massage/trigger points/sneaking in a little yoga bug into the clients when I can.
Life smiled upon me. I will start in a month at such a clinic, starting in a month. My 2 week notice offer has been turned down, so for glorious month I am unemployed. Kind of a swirl of my reality. The big changes in the course of life contain major forks in the road. I have a lot of trouble making those transitions, even when they get me on to bigger and better things….. The big forks in the road….those are scary. It’s gonna be a good month, I just know it.
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