Tonight was the first time that I worked as a caretaker with Mr. S on my own. I had taken on this job because I needed the extra money and my insomnia suggested this would be a decent job to do at night. While I do not get paid very much, I am there for 4 12 hour shifts a week so it adds up.

Mr. S is an interesting fellow with a very funny, if vulgar, sense of humor. He is about 27 years old and had been in a motorcycle wreck when he was about 20 years old. So, mentally he is still stuck at 20. I remember how I was at 20, so I can cut him a lot of slack. Generally, my duties are to change him for bed, hang out for a while, and watch over him at night. So far, pretty easy. Last night, he had not taken his anti-cramping medication as his prescription had ran out. I helped massage his partially paralyzed hand about 5 or 6 times last night and he was not able to achieve a deep sleep until 2 a.m. I slept for about 3 hours or so. This was sufficient till I was able to return home.

The only real issue was a family guest and his girlfriend that stayed the night in a room separated from me by a hanging sheet. This fellow was considerably drunk and proceed to have an hours long conversation with his significant about her sexual congress with other men. While I found that strangely entertaining in its own way, it was annoying because it kept me from hearing if Mr. S needed me. Around 2 a.m. he asked me if I had heard their conversation. Yes, idjit, I did.