Manic Monday #175
Name two things you consider yourself to be very good at:
- Cooking. I was so terrible at one point in time that I burnt water (no joke.) I give most of the credit to my being a good cook to my once roommate and friend Rachael, who broke cooking down to the bare bones of flavor for me. Now, I love to have people over for dinner, and they seem to always come back for more, especially my homemade bread. I also believe that a large part of being good at cooking is that one must put love into your food. People can taste it, that’s for sure. Some of my best memories of my Grandmother were in her kitchen, and around the winter holidays, my favorite part was not the gifts, but having the whole family (15+ people) there for a meal.
- Care-giving. I don’t want to toot my own horn; I’m good at taking care of people. When I tell people what I do for a living, being a CNA, and that I enjoy my job, they have one of two reactions. It’s either, “I could never do that,” or, ” You are a saint to do that job.” I have a talent for putting everyone above myself without getting too burnt out in the process. I do my best to make all my patients feel safe and happy, to feel that it’s ‘all about them’ while helping them understand that it takes many people to get better. No money or goods in the world can buy the feeling that I get when I get hugs and thanks from the people I take care of.
Name two things you consider yourself to be bad at:
- Playing well with others. First – let me be fair; this is not true in all situations, like knitting, marriage, and family. But for the most part, I’m a firm believer in that old saying, “If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” At work, I would rather do my job alone, except for when I absolutely have to have the help. In the same respect, I work nights because I DO NOT play well with authority. I hate having a manager over my shoulder watching me and telling me how to do my job when I know what I’m doing. At home, I do the grocery shopping and do the bulk of the cleaning/cooking – not because I’m the woman, but because I want it done my way. I love my husband for offering to help, but I just prefer to do it myself, unless I ask personally.
- Watching what I say. I’m blunt, crass, and honest. Sometimes it gets me in trouble. I personally don’t care. See … there ya go.
Name one thing not many people know about you:
You see … this is very hard. For the life of me, I can’t think of one single thing. I’m very open about all aspects of my life and don’t have too many secrets.
I really like this post. I wish I could have had you as my caregiver when I was in the hospital. However, I would wish you were my day person and not the one who worked at night. (Then again, you wouldn’t have shone a flashlight in my eyes, would you?)
One of the tougher parts of my recovery has been submitting the care of my home to my husband. He does a good job, but it’s just not the way I would do it.