Social Hurricane deals with a lot of issues. Bipolar disorder, hallucinations, anxiety, dyslexia, insecurity. Plus, while she's honestly cleaned up her act a lot, she had a very rocky couple of years in her teens and she has to live with some of the consequences of THAT particular roller coaster.
But working steadily as a third-shift Certified Nursing Assistant at a medical center for the elderly has made it really, really easy for her to count her blessings. I guess this comes with a lot of the "helping professions." I'm a minister, and there's never any shortage of people around who have it worse than I do, but social workers, health care professionals, attorneys, law enforcement personnel and probably plenty of other people are regularly in a situation where they're dealing with people who are having a tough time.
But we all have our own individual journeys to make, and the Hurricane is regularly doing some very personal care for people who've lost a lot of their independence and capability and in many cases even their cognitive function. She's come home from work telling me about her newfound appreciation for being able to get out of bed, get dressed, walk, and go to the bathroom without needing anyone's help. I think it's been good for her.
She's grown up quite a bit in the few months she's had this job. She's more compassionate toward others, more outwardly focused, more considerate--not that she was horrible before, but there's been a decided change in her perspective and attitude. I like it.
Having said that, health care is difficult and often unpleasant, and I salute and appreciate those who are called to it, and that number currently includes my daughter, of whom I'm proud.
Hope all's well out there, friends, and God bless.
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