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It’s been forever

Hey everyone. According to my parental units, this blog is being passed along to many people.  Oh, the calamity. I’ve been super-busy as you may have guessed, which is why I have not updated recently. But now I have some free time at work to update! It’s my last day at work so I’m taking some liberties (Although I have already taken many by running away to play the keyboard constantly) and updating. Hooray!

I apologize for the attempt at being artsy in my last post. I was getting over a sickness and feeling sentimental. Or maybe just mental, I don’t know. Speaking of sickness, I came down with the stomach flu 2 weeks ago. 9 other people also came down with the stomach flu. This is one of the things that I dislike about living with 11 other people. 1 person gets sick, we all get sick. Katimavik is not helping my immune system.

Today I got more chocolate from Heather and also the greatest reference letter ever. It’s my ticket into a career in Social Work/Gerontology/Event Planning! I did some research for my future and I’m thinking of applying to George Brown college for Activation Co-ordinator & Gerontology and then fast-tracking to Ryerson for a Gerontology degree. Then I can work with the elderly or use my activation experience and turn that into an event planning job. How sweet would that be? Plus I could pursue music on the side because of the flexible hours. I’d have to apply soon though if I want to be in the college for Fall 2008. I have to explore all of my options with all colleges and universities. My future is looking bright. I should invest in a pair of shades for my birthday.

My birthday is next week and I will be sending out an e-mail to my parentals about what I want. Basically what it comes down to is an iPod or a iBook. What can I say, I have expensive taste. But I don’t want to lug around a iBook, so that may wait until later. Also, I have my address for my new house in Montreal, so I’ll send that out in a mass e-mail. We’re 6 or 7 blocks near McGill U, so that’s exciting. I can’t wait for Montreal, although I must admit I am a little frightened of the interview for our new work placements next week. I’m going to do it all in French, but I may have a cheat sheet in my lap to help me if I forget a word to conjugate or something. Other than that, I’m very excited.

This weekend we have to pack up and clean for the adventure ahead. On Monday we’re heading back to Fingal for our Debriefing (bow-chika-wah-wah) Camp. On the 5th we will take a bus to Montreal. The following day we will celebrate my birthday somehow! Or we may just celebrate on Saturday because it is Gaby’s birthday on the 4th. We’ll have a double birthday! Woo!

I can’t believe today is my last day here at The Lodge. I’m really gonna miss it here. The residents were so nice and the staff were very welcoming and really inspiring. Yesterday I had a farewell party and it was a blast. I got loads of chocolate (’cause they know I have a sweet tooth) from the staff as a present and I also got a cougar. “A cougar?” Yeah, a cougar. One day the secretary invited me out to lunch at Crabby Joe’s and I turned her down because I had no money at the time and that she’d be seen as a cougar. From that point on it became a running joke. So I got a cougar for a parting gift. I named it Susan. There was also coffee and danishes for everyone to nosh on. To wrap up the party I played the piano and we all sang Christmas Carols. It was very sweet.

Not only was I a performer, I got to be a dental hygienist too. I shined a light into people’s mouths, helped them rinse, cleaned up blood and plaque, grimaced at the rotten teeth that were pulled out, and marveled at some of the filling jobs these senior’s had received (gold and silver teeth were the style back then. Now we have grills).

Later on at night, the community was doing the Jingle Bell Walk/Run & Teddy Bear Shuffle.  The Teddy Bear Shuffle is for the children of Ingersoll.  The kids bring a teddy bear to the 1 km walk to donate and at the end of their walk they get to take home a new teddy bear.  I got to do something that I’ve always wanted to do but never got the opportunity: to be a mascot! I got to be the Teddy Bear that led the walk! I had a blast! I was dancing and waving and hugging people and giving high-fives to kids and doing exercises with the runners. I was also (surprise) warm the whole evening! That does not happen to me outside. Ever. (Unless you’re Jeffrey and you’re a human furnace of love). Let’s do a little math:

Ed + Ugly but effective Columbia Jacket * Cold = Not as cold Ed


Ed + Columbia Jacket / Teddy Bear Costume * Cold = Warm Ed!

I was a happy camper and I didn’t find it hot or stifling in the costume at all, unlike the other Katima-mascots (there was a Solider, a Sleepy Bear, and a Gingerbread Man). The feet of my costume didn’t fit me, so I was a teddy bear with kick ass running shoes on.  Pictures to come later.

Thursday November 29th was one of the best days of my life. Absolutely nothing went wrong. It should of been my birthday yesterday. Loads of chocolate, pretending to have a job I would never take, exuding sunshine and teddy bears as a mascot, and talking with a Jeffrey that recovered from his own brand of stomach flu. Most. Awesome. 24. Hours. Ever.

Speaking of hours that have a number in front of them (as well as speaking of Jeffrey), my 48 hours was last weekend. It was great! My Dad came to pick me up and took Lucia and Jess with us to Union Station. It was the Grey Cup that weekend and the traffic in TO was messed up to the max. But Dad, being the weasel and Torontonian that he is, got us through the traffic in no time. We dropped off Lu and Jess at Union Station and then headed home, where I had Sausage and Penne for dinner (OMG MEAT). I haven’t had meat since billeting and it was a nice change. I love vegetarian meals and all but I just love meat a little more. I played loads of piano that night and caught up with my parental units and Dan (I taught them about how politically correct I’ve became in my language… some of my Katima-people will disagree and say I have a long way to go. They’re right). I also had wine with my meal (OMG ALCOHOL). That was just the beginning of my alcohol consumption.

The following day I got my hair cut and colored (I’m a warm brown with the tiniest hint of red now).  There is a dog at my salon that kept bringing a toy to me to play fetch with.  I think the owner was quite amused.  At least it kept him away from his client.  As I sat down to get colored, I bashed my head on the heater twice.  Once on the way up, once on the way to get my hair washed.  Klutzy much?

After getting sexy in my hair back, I then went to Sherway to go shop a little and say hi to my BR peeps. Talked with Chad for a while and shopped around the store. We have really cute guys sweaters right now. Go get ’em! Afterwards I attempted to go to Bulk Barn to get some candy because Jeff wanted sour jujubes but the Outlet Mall was so packed that I couldn’t even park.

Defeated, I went to Shoppers to go pick up some essentials and Pringles. I trekked over to LCBO and was greeted by a promo for some all-in-one-bottle cocktail company thing. I ended up picking up a bottle of Cosmo and having a sample. Yummytastic. I know that Jeff wanted some white wine from Australia, but I couldn’t remember what brand he wanted. So I called him and I waited for a phone call back. While I was waiting I called home to see if they wanted anything. I ended up picking a 40 of Canadian Club and Bacardi. My parents are old school because they call 1.14 L a 40 oz. I didn’t know the exact equivalent so I had to ask someone. How embarrassing. I’ve worked at Cali’s for god sakes, I should know what a 40 is. Oh well. Jeff called back and didn’t care what kind of wine I got. Ironically, we didn’t end up drinking any of the alcohol that I brought for him.

After spending $100 in booze, I went home and my parental units hopped in the car and we went to Bulk Barn where Mom and I speed shopped for ingredients for Christmas Cake and Sour Jujubes and Gummy Worms. After our guerrilla style shopping we drove to York Mills to get Jeffrey. From there we drove straight to Jeff’s house. It’s pretty bacheloresque. Err, gay bacheloresque. Poor gay bacheloresque. But it’s his and Brenda’s and they enjoy it.

Jeff and I sat around and caught up with Brenda, listened to Elmo and Rosie sing Do You Hear What I Hear? (Baa baa) and went out for dinner at Milestone’s. For some reason I had the thought in my head that Milestone’s was vegetarian. It’s more like a Moxie’s or a Canyon Creek. Chad mentioned to try the Bellini, so I did. It was like a slushie with rum in it. Mmm. I had lamb (OMG more meat) and some really yummy spinach and tomato side dish. We also had the spinach and artichoke dip which was good as well. Jeff had a 11 oz. steak, ’cause he said the 8 oz. was wussy sized.  After our meal we went home, picked up Brenda (who donned his platform boots while wearing women’s jeans.  Oh so rainbow-fabulously gay) and went to 7 West café, the café where Jeff and I went on our first date (awwwwww, it’ll be a year soon). We had a bunch of drinks and had a really nice time.

Woke up the next day, went out for a disappointing breakfast at Wimpy’s (my food was cold, lukewarm at best) and then shopped a little at the Eaton’s Centre. I got a black button up shirt from the Gap (I’m a company whore!) and nothing else. Funny thing is, I planned on buying way more stuff that weekend but I ended up buying a shirt I didn’t even have on my list of stuff to buy. Ironic much? Or maybe just stupid…

Jeff and I took the subway home and then Dad picked us up and drove Jeff to his aunt’s house where we said our goodbyes. Then Dad and I drove back to the house, I had something with meat for dinner and then the parentals, Dan, and I drove back to Ingersoll. Time really flew by that 48 hours. I felt like it was too short but there’s always the next 48 in Montreal to look forward to.

Billeting was also a break from the Katima-house. I got to spend it with 2 very special people. I was chosen to be in their family because of a 5 minute event that happened in the Lodge one day: I was working in the activity room with a resident, sorting out her books because she used to be an author. A woman came in who was her daughter and talked with us for 5 minutes. It turns out that the daughter of the resident was a billet family and that she wanted me to join her with her husband for the 2 weeks. So I got to live with a billet mom and dad that lived just down the street from the Katima-house and I got to hang out with a billet grandma every day I went to work. Pretty neat stuff considering that the grandma is 101 years old and can still talk and do things on her own. That gives me huge amount of hope for the future.

For my 2 weeks with my billet, I got to explore Ingersoll and the surrounding area and learn about the history of their family. We went to Trail’s End, an awesome farmer’s market, a ham dinner thrown by a church, many local shops that I had never been in before, and a very interesting museum called the Tilsonburg House. This was the house that the founder of Tilsonburg lived in. I couldn’t take any pictures, but the architecture, ceilings, furniture, everything was so rich and well crafted. The house is being restored fully, so it impressed me to know that people in the 1880s could live so well. What was even more interesting was the servants quarters. The servants were basically not apart of the house, and their portion of the house was shabbier and less refined than the side that the family lived in.

The billets and I attended a stag and doe for one of their nieces or something (they’ve got a huge family, there was always someone over. They also know everyone in town) and I had a blast. Got kind of drunk due to free jello shooters and extra alcohol being poured in my drinks. I sang quite a bit of karaoke that night and everyone loved it. Maybe they were a little plastered too. Speaking of performing, I did a lot of that in billeting as well. I performed every chance I got. At Woodingford, at Oxford Manor (another retirement home that has a electronic baby grand), and at their house. They have a keyboard and a wall of sound (quite literally. The billet dad has a wall of speakers that he uses). I got to learn how speakers work and how to manipulate sound to make things sound awesome.

The best part of billeting had to be the fact that I got a chance to get away from the Katima-house for 2 weeks. I had my own room (which was a loft and very private) which I shared with a fat cat named Stinky (he would always meow at me.  I’d be sleeping and he’d be all “MEOW! MEOOOOOOOOW MEOOOOOOOW!” and I was all like, “Whatever”). The billets have 2 very affectionate dogs. It was so nice to not have to tune out snoring or Francophone English sleeptalking. When billeting was over, we learned that Derek was no longer our PL. He got fired let go quit got something and left. None of the group knows what happened but we did figure out from the HR of Ontario that he got canned. Using our awesome powers of deduction, we know that Derek would of stuck out his 3 weeks if things were going bad. But they were not going bad at all. We loved him, he loved us, all was well. We later learned that he decided to go back to school for Business Administration, which means he’s turning a negative into a positive.

For Derek’s replacement we got 3 people each week. We had Shawna for a week (Front to front to front MAH PONIEEEEEEE!), then Tracy (super organized and kept us on track) and now Emily (fantabulous person who has basically traveled around the world). The group has moved on from Derek and we’re closer than ever, which is fantastic considering most groups would of fallen apart. But we knew that we would of had to leave Derek 3 weeks later anyway, so we were just getting over things sooner.

Montreal is so close. Time to get packing and cleaning. See you all in Montreal!

P.S. Here’s a song I covered for the holiday season (to access it, just enter the 3 letters you see on the screen and click Download. Then wait 25 seconds.  Then and only then, can you listen to my song). It’s Bjork’s Frosti. It sounds way cooler on the keyboard because I had a quadruple tap on, but it’s a nice song nonetheless. Enjoy!


The Practice

Monday: I sang this song with la la la’s instead of the words today in the Lodge.  It went really well.  If I sang it in Japanese it would garner a lot of weird looks.  Plus the melody wouldn’t really be as noticeable if I played it on the piano like usual. 

Tuesday:I had a miniature recital with some of the old folks for 20 minutes while the staff had their meeting.  It didn’t go as well as I had hoped because I wasn’t expecting an audience.  I was only expecting myself and the keyboard.  I sang Feist’s Gatekeeper, but it sucked.  I also sang Emm Gryner’s Blackwinged Bird, which did not suck at all. 

Wednesday: I had a recital at 3:30-4:30.  I played a bunch of songs, sang Carole King’s So Far Away, The Carpenter’s Close to You, and I “la la”-ed this song.  All day I had no hiccups, no pitchiness (which isn’t a word but I don’t care), absolutely nothing went wrong.  Too bad no one recorded it.  I even saw tears well up in one of the resident’s eyes when I finished.  At the end of the recital, one of the seniors said, “Please thank him for us” so there was applause and a thank you from the activation supervisor on behalf of Woodingford Lodge.

I’ll be playing for Woodstock Woodingford Lodge later on in the month.  They have a baby grand that is calling my name.  I can’t wait.  The more I think about it, the more I want to be in entertainment rather than social work.  I feel like I’m connecting more through music.  That’s not to say that I’m not connecting at all through my job, but it’s a different kind of connection.  It’s an empathic and more vocal kind of connection.  You have to say the right words at the right time.  With music it’s more emotional and penetrating.  If I was to stab someone with emotion, my weapon of choice would be music over words any day.  I have so much fun with music which is evident to everyone that watches me perform.

This week my resident had a big smile on her face everytime I showed up to feed her.  For 3 out of the 5 days, she needed minimal assistance, which is fantastic because I can focus on other people who need my help.  However, on Friday I had a hard enough time focusing on one person, let alone others.  Since it was a beautiful day and we had a tea party scheduled, we decided to have the tea party outside.  No problem, I thought.  Last week’s tea had about 7 or 8 people present, so being outside would not cause any issues.  That day we were also short staffed.  So (without telling me or any of the people that were helping to run the tea) the PSWs decided to send everyone outside and let us give them a snack instead of going around and giving it to people in their rooms. 

Normally I would of been completely fine with this, had I been informed that I was going to have almost 30 people show up to an event.  I would of made more apple crisp, there would of been another container for coffee and tea, the co-op student would of made other arrangements to stick around a little longer (but she was a great help nonetheless), and the whole event would of run more smoothly.  We trucked on through anyway and everyone got a minuscule piece of apple crisp and a cup of coffee or tea.  I went home and finally relaxed for the day.

Starting on Wednesday, Gen and I have been going out and doing physical activities at 6:45 AM.  Wednesday we ran 2.5 km on the track (I learned earlier today that 2.5 km is nothing as Jeffrey had walked 7 km like it was nothing, but he’s a marathon man and I am not), Thursday we did length swimming, Friday we ran around the neighbourhood.  I’m getting exercises and I’m feeling more energized each day.  This week I’m going to start lifting weights so I can be toned and not just a skinny lanky tall guy. 

P.S. No one died this week either! So far the living count is at 2 weeks.  How exciting.


“Thank you for taking the time…”

In contrast to last week, I am happy to report that no one has died yet since my last post.  Hooray for living!

On Wednesday I learned how to feed seniors.  On Thursday I fed my first senior resident.  It was so simple and easy.  Plus I got to have a little one on one time with the person I was feeding.  It takes time to feed someone because you can’t rush swallowing and stuff.

My Mom visited later that day to drop off some button up shirts, a pair of jeans (’cause I got a hole in one pair and my underwear from hopping my backyard fence.  Not cool.) and a winter jacket (I wish I had my pea-coat).  We caught up a little and then she left.  It was Courtney’s birthday that day and so we celebrated with faux-alcohol punch and later her mom came by and we went out to Crabby Joe’s.  I bought her a Bailey’s martini and we had appetizers.  When we got home we had PC Cheesecake Carousel and homemade chocolate cake.  So good! Then we all went to bed at midnight.

A few notable things happened today:

1. My resident ate quite a bit of her breakfast.  Yay.  But she didn’t eat any of her lunch.  I tried to get her to eat but she wouldn’t have any of it.  She loves her beverages though.  Especially milk and tea, the latter of which I learned from a PSW.  She didn’t eat much of her lunch because she was depressed over the fact that she lost her job (?) which struck me as really odd.  So I spent an hour and a half with her talking about stuff and explaining that things were free and that she didn’t need to give the PSWs, me, or the servers any money.  I learned that she liked to go for walks, so we tried to go out but it was too cold.  I bundled her up with 3 blankets but we’ll just have to go out on a later day. 

Her daughter is a member of the government, and she has a picture of her daughter with Jean Chrétien and also a personal letter from Adrienne Clarkson for her 90th birthday.  How cool is that? I learned after from Derek that every citizen of Canada gets a letter from the PM, the Governor General of Canada and other prominent members of the government for their 90th and 100th birthdays.  That’s something to look forward to.

2. The resident that likes to say “Die die die” a lot decided to latch herself onto me after she got passed off by the secretary.  I tried to get her back to her room with no success.  I ended up just leaving her in the middle of the hall because I couldn’t do anything with her without having her wail, get angry or say “die die die”.  She likes to repeat the last word of her sentence and also use 3 letter words.  That’s what I learned from her ramblings.  Later on in the day I noticed that she was more docile.  She and another resident were just standing by the nursing cart.  I swear they were up to no good.  I think I’ll call them Double Trouble (it’s kind of a lame name, but I’ll think of a better one later). 

3. The male half of DT decided to urinate on the floor by the lounge today but he tucked it back in as soon as he saw me.  But the damage was done and the floor was covered.  The poor PSWs had to clean it up.  That job is totally not glamorous.

4. I got to know another resident today by talking with her for half an hour.  I fixed her bed (I guess there’s something to be said for working at HHC) and she was so thankful.  All I did was press a button.  I have more influence in people’s lives than I think.

All in all it was an eventful day but a work-filled one nonetheless.  Did you know that a PSW needs a minimum Grade 10 education and a college course in PSW training to be a PSW (as well as interpersonal skills of course)? You can get paid $20 for that job.  Makes me think about my future.  They’re in high demand and it’s only going to get higher because of the baby boomers.

Our group is going to TO for the weekend to go check out some art galleries and go work at the Fall University Fair.  Look for the Katima-shirts on Sunday!

P.S. The subject was said to me by the 1st and 4th notable events today.  I’m liking my job more and more.


Let it die

It’s been a week or so, I’m well aware of the time frame of how long ago it was since I last typed in this blog.

My week was pretty interesting.  I started work at Woodingford Lodge.  Woodingford Lodge is a long-term care facility for the elderly.  Kind of appropriate considering my past experience with seniors (HHC, playing the piano for retirement homes), and I wanted to see what it was like to work on the other side of the fence (in my case it would be actually using the products I sold on the people I sold them to). 

How did I get this placement? We had interviews with 3 volunteer placements of our choice.  I chose Woodingford, the school, and a day-care for seniors.  The interviews went really well (as usual since I love one-on-one interviews) and the school and the lodge wanted me, but I had more experience with the elderly, so I was picked to do the lodge.  In the end it works out for the better because I’m gunning for a school placement in Montréal and I’ll be able to get the most use out of my French as well as work in a school that’s going to have a lot of people in it.

The first day at the Lodge (I think I’m going to call it that for now on.  All of my jobs get short forms.  HHC, BR, Cali’s, Shoppers, etc.) began on Monday at 8:30.  I re-introduced myself to the supervisor and I was off to the Cherryhill Dining Room.  The layout of the Lodge is like a square.  One half of the square is Cherryhill, the other side is Oakdale.  They are mirrors of each other with a courtyard in the centre of the square. 

I entered the Cherryhill dining room and was seated at a table with 4 seniors.  One of them was being fed with a spoon like a baby.  Two of them were eating their food normally, and a woman was eating her food with her hands.  I sat there saying very little, taking it all in with a small smile glued to my face.  The PSWs (Personal Social Worker) were busy but made time to talk to me a little bit to make me a bit more comfortable, but I still felt awkward.

My job that day was to shadow a PSW and get the flow of the building and just to get orientated with everything.  At 9:30 there was a spa going on, so I helped wheel someone down to the spa so they could get their nails done.  For the rest of the morning I helped out a guy who is a physiotherpist aide.  I walked around with him and actually got to see products that were in HHC being used on people (wrap weights and resistance bands).  This was a great way to introduce myself to most of residents. 

I helped clean and serve with lunch, which wasn’t as awkward as breakfast.  I still felt out of place and I didn’t know when they were done with their meals or beverages, but at least I wasn’t just sitting there feeling foolish.  I learned that it was a resident’s birthday that day.  We served carrot cake and sang Happy Birthday.

After lunch was done, there was bingo in the activiation room.  I helped get the residents in the room, helped set up their cards, helped them mark their cards, cleared their cards, clairified the numbers that were being called, and helped clean up.  There was a girl who came in to call out numbers.  She liked to go off on tangents but she mostly kept on track.  We played 2 games and everything went well.  

For the rest of the day I talked with the residents a little and got to know the staff.  Before I even got to know any of the staff, I had a reputation somehow for being able to use a computer.  The first question that came out of their mouths “Are you good with computers? Because blah blah blah doesn’t work and I don’t know how to…” I then learned that their system is run on Windows Professional 2000, a really crappy OS for businesses.  So I’m expecting to fix quite a few problems in the future.

Tuesday had a more exciting morning with a hymn sing after breakfast.  I sat in on it and sang songs.  I’ve been singing more recently since I’ve been apart of Katimavik and I love it.  The songs ranged from hyms to more contemporary songs.  The seniors seemed to enjoy it, even if some of them fell asleep.  I’m hoping to perform there soon, maybe next week.

Following the hymn sing there was a craft being done in the activiation room.  We made apple center pieces for fall.  Basically it was two pieces of felt shaped like apples glued together with a pipe cleaner to make it stand in a vase.  It went on until 12.  It was a bit painful because the seniors didn’t feel to easy with me just yet (it was only my second day after all) so the craft felt like it was dragging on forever.  I spent the rest of my day getting to know a resident better.  I felt much better afterwards because it finally felt like I was starting to fit in a little instead of being this kid who is going to be showing up every day cleaning plates and helping people with activities.

Wednesday was an easy but a bit peculiar day.  It started at breakfast.  I was working in the Oakdale dining room cleaning and serving as usual, and I had a conversation with an elderly woman.  The details of the conversation were a bit odd.  They involved me settling for a nice young girl, not a beautiful old woman like herself.  Needless to say I was quite perplexed (I didn’t say anything about Jeff but I assured her that I was not going to settle down with her or anything) and I forgot about it throughout the day until the physiotherpist aide brought it up with me before lunch.  Apparently this woman has a case of dementia where she thinks that any young man that speaks with her (or in my case, is spoken to) is going to marry her and take her away from the home and drain her of all her money.  There was one incident where she barricaded her door in fear that a male volunteer was going to do just that (which he had no intention of doing of course).  So I learned to avoid that woman at all costs in order to avoid another episode happening. 

After learning that tidbit of information, I started to become more aware of the other residents problems and behaviors.  There is a woman in Cherryhill who wails like a police siren.  I believe there is another woman (or perhaps it is the same one) who wanders up and down the halls and will latch on to you (literally), look at you and just say over and over again, “Die die die die…”.  So creepy. 

One of my housemates was telling me that at her job she got to look at all of the patient’s files and learn everything about them.  I wonder if I will get to do the same thing.  I don’t know if I would be interested in doing that because a file is so personal, but I suppose that it is the home’s right to know about the conditions of their patients, so it makes sense.  For the rest of the day I sat around and listened to Sean Macdonald sing songs and entertain the folks.

Thursday was uneventful.  Friday however, was pretty busy.  In the morning I decorated the Lodge in fall-tastic colours, corn stalks and bales of hay.  I helped out with lunch and as I was cleaning up there was a delay in the time frame of when everyone could leave because a resident had passed on during lunch.  I didn’t know her that well, but it was still sad.  It finally hit me when I saw a woman walk by the activation room with flowers as we were playing Euchre.  After Euchre, I spent some one-on-one time with a resident for the rest of the day.  We talked about Peterborough, the birds, the zoo, and other things that came to mind.  She was a really nice lady and a caring soul.  I went home that day feeling good that I had started to get to know one of the residents.

Today started out a bit sad.  I walked into the Cherryhill dining room as usual and I was taken aside and informed that the resident that I had spent one-on-one time with on Friday had passed away.  She passed away in her sleep.  It sucks because I was actually starting to get to know her and now I cannot anymore.  The rest of the day was fun.  We played bingo (I got to call out numbers.  Woo!) and sat outside in the front because it was beautiful out.

When I got home from work I called my Aunt who works in Sick Kids in Toronto to learn how to deal with death and palliative care.  She told me that the people that are in that care are already in pain and you’re making them more comfortable so that they pass away without as much pain.  For example, if a kid gets in a car crash and gets sent to the hospital and they keep him alive, then great.  But if in a month they realize that can’t do anything for him and he gets the plug pulled on him, then why did you bring him back to life? Sometimes it’s just better to let them die in order to stop their suffering.  

Dying is another journey, not an end.