Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tonight I had a 91 yr old patient ask me to dance. He's a very sweet pleasantly confused (somewhat confused) sasssy gentleman. Glad to be in the hospital receiving what he said "fabulous care". I was thinking on my drive home about how I view my life/ self in general. It made me a little sad because of all the self loathing I have for my appearance and the ill fitting clothes - the lack of motivation - the lack of caring for myself.. I care greatly for my patient and try and give them the best possible care I can - advocate for them etc... It's about time that I treat myself like I do my patients. I'm not sure why things got the way they did but I'm glad I've taken this step. My daughter was the one that got me searching for a program to join. She's 27 but mentally age 12 - she was watching The Biggest Loser one evening and she came to me and said "you're fat and fat people are like ticking time bombs with their health and I don't want you to die to early." Crazy what makes you stop and think.. Day two? Overall went well. I'm happy I found this site.