Clouds In The Sky: Still Enjoying My Weekend Inside

 

I did not plan on going out at all today.

The entire morning has been full of clouds, off and on rain, and ferocious winds.

It is the afternoon now and I am continuing on with my weekend off of relaxation and movie-watching.

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Toward The End Of September

 

Sunday night it thundered, lightened, then poured down with heavy rain.

Monday, it was beautiful out, a pleasant change from the last¬†few past days. I didn’t have to wear anything on my arms- no jacket, no sweater.

Today, on Tuesday, was another nice day, not as warm as yesterday but nice enough to go without a jacket while lingering in the sun otherwise one may have needed a sweater or long-sleeved shirt if preferred.

Regardless, it was still a very lovely day. It would be nice if the weather could stay beautiful all year around yet we need snow days and the rain for many vital reasons also, and so on.

All climates serve their beneficial purpose.

 

 

 

 

Autumn Day

 

Yesterday was the official day for Autumn to begin.

It was also the apparent end to the sequence of beautiful weather. The day before, along the other prior days it was nothing but a constant streak of warm, sunny gorgeous weather.

Since yesterday it has been cold.

Today it was cold and windy, making the day even worse. Most of the people I seen out wore jackets or sweaters- some with hats or hoods over their heads.

I had gotten caught in a little of the rain yesterday as clouds dominated the sky the majority of the fall day.

It rained hard during certain periods of the day yesterday as I was out in Great Neck, NY.

 

 

 

Riding The Waters

 

The first time I remember riding on a boat I was very young, about seven or eight years of age.

It was on the Manhattan Circle-Liner I rode with a group of family members.

They had come up to visit from Virginia. They wanted to tour around the New York City waters to see the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State building, and other attractions.

During childhood I also visited Hershey Park in Hershey, Pennsylvania where I rode numerous water-rides all day. The fun I had! I loved water-rides back then.

I have been on boats a few times as an adult. There is no excitement to it unless I feel myself moving on the vessel.

At the age of sixteen I was bored as can be down inside the Staten Island Ferry as I rode with friends while we hung out in Manhattan on Independence Day.

My friends at the time and I were chaperoned by an adult.

We all came to see the fireworks that year in the early nineties. We walked the streets of Manhattan enjoying ourselves until one or two in the morning.

It was not until I came up to the top outside of the Staten Island Ferry that I was able to feel the boat as it swiftly moved upon the waters.

We rode the Ferry just for entertainment that night. Years later, the guy who chaperoned us (a longtime family friend) took me into Staten Island by driving on the Verrazano Bridge when I was in my early twenties.

There was a CruiseShip planned for a family reunion years ago, I did not attend that gathering, though.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doing My Duty

 

I prepared medication today for one of my clients in the facility that I work at.

For one person, he takes a load of daily medicine to keep his health regulated.

I set up his two-week supply as he directed me to.

I remember when I worked in Rockland County, New York at a facility where another lady and I both took care of thirteen patients by ourselves.

We had to administer their proper medications every night.

It was an important duty.

We also checked on them every hour on the hour.

I have worked in quite a few residential facilities as well as at a few hospitals.

The facility that I currently work at now I worked within years ago and this place has changed completely, they even have an entirely different staff working there.

 

A Matter Of Life And Death

 

In the health care field, I work with multiple clients/patients.

One guy I recently had for about a month and a half.

When I began working for him, I was the very first sent from my agency along with another woman who took on the day shift.

Aside from us two, there were other female health care professionals from another agency back and forth to attend to him.

He needed his catheter inserted at times. So, we were always there to do whatever we were assigned there to do.

One nurse had come to his home to fill in for the regular RN that would come during a routine visit. She happened to insert a catheter one day and made some type of error.

When I came in for the overnight shift there was blood running down the tube into my clients Foley bag.

The room he laid in bed at smelled terribly of excrement. The day health care worker filled me in on what took place earlier (the nurse stopping by and the patient bleeding afterwards) yet did not take heed to the blood, the odor of the room, or the clients appearance.

Maybe she was not experienced enough or did not know what to look out for in certain situations.

To me, it was an instant observation. He did not look good at all. The tint of his skin alerted me that something was wrong along with his lethargy.

I suggested he go to the hospital but he refused. I called late at night to report the incident to my supervisor who is a physician.

The next night I was supposed to go in for work I received a call from my agency that my client was in the hospital.

When he came out a week and a half later, he apologized to me for not going to the hospital when I told him to. He almost died as he had septic shock.

 

 

September Morning

 

Today was the first day I shut my window since the summer heatwave began.

The humidity dropped a month ago, allowing for a hot to warm- yet comfortable atmosphere.

I first noticed the change within the air when I got up during the wee hours to go to the bathroom while it was still dark out.

I felt a cool breeze come through.

It is starting to actually feel like September. The weather is not as nice as it was yesterday and the days before.

Fall is officially approaching. It will soon be time to wear jackets again.

 

Don’t Touch Me!

Years before Covid arrived on the scene (ever since the early 90’s) I was one who had already adopted a natural habit to frequently wash my hands.

Years after (In 2006 on up) I constantly wore gloves at work in retail department stores.

I was careful where I sat down at in public areas also. Sometimes I wouldn’t even sit down if I didn’t have something to cover a seat with.

In a way, I guess I was a germaphobe. It was all for good reason.

One day I was at work with a client.

She took her bare hand dug down inside her pants to vigorously scratch her pubic area then touched the landline telephone that I had to clock out with.

She didn’t even wash her hands before she used the phone.

This lady had the nerve to get offended because I wore gloves whenever I worked around her.

It is just a fact; everyone is not hygienic. One never knows where someone’s mouth has been (I was never one to let people kiss me either).

And, as I have already mentioned, one never knows where one’s hands have been, and so on.