Heh. Truth?

Once upon a time, it was actually my job to help people shit. Among other things - like cleaning it up, being peed, puked on, slapped around by the dementiaed (is that a word? it sounds nicer than demented at any rate) elderly.

But now, I indirectly help people shit  when I enter all fifteen laxatives the doctor wants them on because their narcotic cocktail  binds them up -.so they print on a medication kardex so the nurse knows how much and when to give it to them.

I guess I should feel better about staring at a computer all day when I have those days when I wish I was back at the nursing home running my ass off because it seems more productive :)

That said, I do miss patient care - however I make way more doing what I do now, and I really couldn't go back to being a nurse's aide for the paltry pay (Thanks Medicare and Medicaid - reimburse homes more so they can afford to pay people what they deserve for what they do) unless I could get into a hospital - which all want you to have phlebotomy experience and EKG experience. /endrant.

But really. Thanks Justin Halpern's Dad. Thank you for providing perspective that my job is actually important.