I’ve been a caregiver since I was 14.
My very first client was a 84 year old woman that lived with her daughter and son-in-law. She had severe Alzheimer’s and would chase me around the house to try and hit me with carrots.
I was hooked.
Since then I have worked in a retirement home as a waitress and part-time cook, as a caregiver at a foster home for Adults with Developmental Disabilities, a hospice relief for a family as their father passed away, a companion for a lovely lady towards the end of her life, and now currently as a live in Caregiver for an old school farmer lady of 100.
Caregiving is wonderful.
It is not without it’s frustrations and fear, though I always try to find the humor in the situation.
I have gained so much knowledge and wisdom being a caregiver. I love this job.
This blog is about celebrating the humor that can be found in some of the bizarre conversations I find myself in, as well as contemplations on what it means to get older in this day and age.
I hope you enjoy and perhaps get a smile out of what I recount, as I tell you truthfully about my encounters with the Greatest Generation.