Oy, a lot of stuff has been going on lately. Yesterday morning from 8am to 4pm I cared for a wealthy man in the beginning stages of ALS. Which is odd for me, because my experience has always been severe to end stage ALS. Initially he didn't talk much, but he opened up a little, and shared how depressed he felt about having worked so hard for 40 years only to come down with the disease and have his future abruptly cancelled. I feel for the man because that kind of crap sucks horribly. Figured I'd try to brighten his mood a bit, so I showed him some YouTube videos on his Ipad, including the mantis shrimp one, and I got him to laugh, which is wonderful. When your disease makes you feel like you're living in a prison, even a little good-natured humor and curiosity can help.
Got a slight break between 4pm and 4:30pm.
Went to a trailer park and got lost looking for the right one. Found it. This client has dementia and can be very aggressive, which is right up my alley so far as my clinical training went. When caring for people with Alzheimer's/dementia, you have to totally change your own behavior. You have to step into
their world, and live in
their memories. He went to bed early because of a bad cold, so I stayed up from 6:30pm to 10pm watching FOX News (guilty, lol). I don't get cable, so...

But that's OK. Busted my hump cleaning up his kitchen beforehand. Because he's suicidal you have to keep tabs on his behavior.
Then, home. Sleep, glorious sleep! All 5 hours of it.
Up early, timely race to employer's city to pick up company car, and then go over to other client's town. Thought she had a Dr.'s appointment, so brought company car instead of mine, because her weight would literally break my car. No, really. Walked in and said hello, asked how she was doing, if she felt anything out of the usual, and then asked if she was ready for her appointment. Well, no, there was no appointment (or was there?). Instead she stretched my shift to four hours that morning instead of the usual three in order to have time to make a dinner party, in the morning. She invited a handful of people, but only I showed up. It must be depressing for her, but I thanked her for the lovely meal, talked about life and memories in general, and helped clean the kitchen up. I think it's a mistake in life to grow old without children, because you're more likely to be depressed and alone with no one there to really be able to help, besides compassionate strangers.
Left. Returned car. Chilling at a free Wi-Fi establishment and going over the planner. I think I need more exercise, because my physical endurance is low. Gym's not financially wise right now, so maybe walking 10,000 steps or so would be a better goal. There's not much point in accruing money et al if you're going to die when you're 60.