245/364/2015 Badged

Lookie what I got!


This entry was posted on September 3, 2015, in cass works.

244/364/2015 First Day


This entry was posted on September 2, 2015, in cass works.

216/364/2015 Should Have Left 10 Minutes Sooner

But once I got past the accident that closed three of four lanes,  695 was wide open.


215/364/2015 A Point of Clarification


So many of you reached out to me after last night’s post that I feel compelled to offer a word of explanation. But first I need to say that I am touched by your concern and appreciative of your suggestions.

Folks, I do social work in a long-term care facility. I see sad everyday. Yesterday was not a sad day. It was a fine day, with a sad moment. I expect those. And sometimes I write about them. I can’t write about yesterday because the details are what make it sad, but those same details are so unusual that it would make it easy for someone to identify the person I am talking about. HIPPA, professional ethics, and so on. And while details can be altered, if I did so, you wouldn’t be able to understand why this particular case struck me as “more than the usual sad.” Therefore, it’s a no-writey….at least on the blog.

All of which is not to say that I don’t have really great days, days where no one gets sicker, or dies, or has to make the decision that it is time to let a loved one die. But age and sickness and all that goes along with that are part and parcel of what I do, and I chose it, and I am cut out for it.

So last night’s post was more a musing about how it was a goodness to be home, knitting and watching television after work and dinner. Being home is part of my self-care. There are lots of options here.

Above, you see my writing desk. I journal, I color or otherwise art, I read stuff that keeps me thinking positively, and I remember to stop and breathe. You may remember that I was allowed two electives for my MSW. I chose Art Therapy and Stress Management. While those classes filled my tool box with good stuff that I can use with my residents, that was not my primary purpose in taking them. I could have taken CBT. Or somesuch. I chose those two classes for ME. Because I knew that down the line, they would serve me well.

And I’ve used them! Do use them. When my favorite patient at the VA died suddenly, I made a painting. I wrote about yesterday’s case in my journal. I regularly take a moment to breathe and be. Whatever is waiting on the other side of that resident-room door can wait the space of three breaths. I keep myself calm and centered so I can do good social work. And when I need to sit at my desk and cry, I do that, because I cannot effectively minister to others if I don’t keep in touch with what is going on inside myself.

And yes, religious overtones aside, much of what I do is ministry. People often just need someone to hear their story. No. Rephrase. People always need someone to hear their story, really hear it and empathize. Often I am the person they choose. It has always been this way, only the population I hear from has changed.

Now, if you will excuse me, all this typing is cutting into my coloring time and my dinner is waiting!

This entry was posted on August 4, 2015, in cass works.

210/364/2015 Have to Study Again


This entry was posted on July 30, 2015, in cass works.

208/364/2015 I’m a Big Girl Now!

An inspirational calendar for my desk at work, because care plan meetings must be scheduled and deadlines must be noted and appointments must be kept.  And we must remind ourselves why we’re doing the things we do.


This entry was posted on July 28, 2015, in cass works.

83/365/2015 It Was This


Or the biggest container of Chinese food I could order. I’m sure my heart appreciates my restraint.

This entry was posted on March 24, 2015, in cass works.