Friday was a typical day....I drove well over 200 miles from the time I left home until I pulled back in the driveway. I get up in the morning, run around getting ready, getting kids ready, walking dogs etc. Drop kids off at school and on to my first patient's house...then hopefully pick the kids up before dark and get home just in time to try to throw together some dinner and look over schoolwork. I tuck the kids in and fall asleep as well. I had thought weekends off and a supposed "40 hour" work week would be better than the long days I was putting in at the hospital but it is anything but
My patients are so spread out...and so many of them are terribly needy right now with some of them having caregivers that are demanding and completely unrealistic in their expectations (the entitlement of some folks absolutely floors me...it is as if they expect to have ownership
of you); add to this the new "pharmacy" that we are using and....I am mentally exhausted, discouraged and overwhelmed. I feel like I never really leave this job. It is like trying to keep a dozen different balloons underwater without being able to and the whole time I know I will never get caught up and stay caught up. This is my first hospice job and I am have been expecting the constant state of anxiety to lighten up and it hasn't.
Does anyone have any helpful advice for me? I am drowning fast.