October 28th, 2009

Yellow head

Diarrhoea Is Difficult To Spell

Having to do extra shifts at the care home in order to have the money to buy new glasses. Had a ghastly shift yesterday morning. Had to work with a very difficult member of staff who can be extremely rude. I almost blew my top at one point, but managed to hold it together. I still feel wound up from the experience. More prozac please.

Two of the old ladies suffered diarrhoea. One was caked in excrement right down to her socks. It's an awful business having to clean up someone in this state. It can get to the point when working with the elderly that you think that you can smell bodily waste all the time. It even seeps into your dreams.

On the plus side there have been some very important developments regarding Psychiatric Tales this week. It's far too early for me to say anything about it. But it all looks very promising. My dream of never having to do carework again and becoming a full time writer/cartoonist is edging closer. And not a minute too soon.