Now What Was I Worried About?

Well, I’ve decided that if I want to talk about my faith too, then I need another blog. This one’s supposed to be more of a journal of sorts, so, while my faith is a valid thing in my life, and there is more to life than PD, it’s better, I think, if I create another blog for my… spiritual journal I’ll call it. Either way, I can use this to comment on life in general, and the other for my thoughts as I study my Bible. Yes, dear reader, I think that What’s Shakin will be better if I separate the two.




That being said, onward. I called into work on Friday to ask them if we can go over options that would let me stay at the job, as since that horrific cold I am finally getting over exacerbated my PD symptoms. The good news is that they’re not so bad as they were last Tuesday. The bad news is that my symptoms seem to have still taken a permanent progression. At the height of this, when I went to the ER to be seen for not being able to breathe, my walking was evidently bad enough that the nursing assistant at the front desk put me in a wheelchair. The worst part of it is I was thankful she did that, because my right leg was so stiff that it hurt.



Today, it’s not hurting, but it is definitely weaker. Moving my right leg while walking seems to feel like I’m walking through a river of sludge. It has certainly slowed me down, and it’s not looking to go all the way back to how it was before I got this cold. Damn it anyway.



There I go getting off topic again. Anyway, my symptoms are still worse than they were before I got sick. That being said, I worry about transferring residents from their beds to their wheelchairs. Is it safe for me to do so? I have to admit, I need to put a little more faith in people. I spent the weekend worrying about whether I’d emerge from that meeting still employed. Or maybe I should have a little more faith that God will take care of me. (And yes, dear reader, I’m going back to my journal style in this blog, but that’s still a part of my life, so I won’t shy away from the subject either.)



I was asked to call in today after eleven ‘o’ clock this morning. I assumed it was to set a time for the meeting. The meeting took on the form of a conference call. What I was informed was that a full time restorative position was just posted. This was better than any other options than what was in my mind. I was thinking that there could be a transfer to housekeeping, dietary, or even activities. The pay would have went down some, but I would have been employed. Restorative is perfect, since I’m working with mostly ambulatory residents. There’s help around everywhere, and I know that the therapy staff is willing to help ambulate for any resident that I ask them. The hours are 9-5 instead of 7-3, but that would be worth it. The best part is I would stay at my current pay rate.