Ready for the quick run down of the last two/three days?!

Here we go!

Thursday I was working alone {which is bad because you're supposed to have two staff anyway, and you shouldn't have the least qualified and experienced staff member doing it!!!} with all five of the ladies. All is going well. Dinner was just getting cleared off the table when one of the ladies walks in the door from an afternoon program she was attending. She walks in and throws up.  Holy crap, okay, I can take care of that. So I'm taking care of that and still trying to clean up dinner when another lady craps herself. That frustrated me but I still took care of it, hosing her down in the shower, scrubbing feces from floors and clothes, and then the first lady throws up again. While all that was happening the lady who cannot have solid foods, only pureed, got into the corn and started shoveling it at alarming rates. Now I'm running between the kitchen to clean up food, the bathroom to clean up poop, and a bedroom cleaning up vomit. After all of this I hear screaming, violent screaming. I go into the fourth ladies room and she's got a migraine and is screaming in pain. I help her out of her room so I can get her pain PRN when she vomits and wets herself.

That's when I decided they were teaming up on me.
I called my boss to let her know what all had happened and she felt so bad she rushed over. She stayed the rest of the evening while I curled into a little ball in the corner and rocked myself back and forth. I attempted to get her to give me Friday evening shift off {since I was scheduled to work evening and grave Friday, sixteen hours}, but alas, I still had to do it. Well, if I had to work that then I was going to need to recharge. After my shift was over I went back home to Hockinson. Even though I didn't sleep much and still had to get back to Hillsboro by three, it was such a relief to be home. And I got to go boating! Stadd's boss had a company boating trip day thing and I got to go. Cue sunburn. I had such a good time and it was the perfect thing to get my mind off work. By the time I left I felt totally ready to tackle a freakin double shift.
I'm not gonna lie, I don't remember much of last nights shift. I remember that my boss stayed until six or seven to help out and that I did some of the ladies' nails.. but that's it. I remember one of the ladies dragged me outside at eight-thirty to go stargazing. And Corbin came by around nine-thirty to keep me company for two hours. That was super, super awesome. And that at two-thirty someone wet the bed. And I slept for a little over an hour... And I cleaned. And wrote in my journal a ton. And I did laundry. And at four someone else wet the bed. Yeah.. I remember being completely dead by the time the morning staff came in. Wow.
I'm still tired.
These past two days have been insanity.