Tonight D had to be changed four times between 7pm and 10pm.
FOUR.

Large. Soft. Formed.

At some point, you stop questioning life and just start speed-walking down the hallway with wipes, gloves, and pure survival instincts.

And can we talk about how once you work with adults, diapers suddenly become “briefs”?

Like excuse me…
that is still a diaper.
We just gave it a corporate healthcare rebrand.

“Brief” sounds so professional too.
As if this situation is going to be brief.

Spoiler alert: it was not.

Memory care really keeps you humble because one minute you’re redirecting someone out of another resident’s room, and the next you’re performing your fourth change of the night while trying to remember if you charted literally anything.

And somehow… despite the chaos… you still find yourself laughing halfway through it with your squad.

Because if you don’t laugh in healthcare, you’ll absolutely lose your mind.

— Scrubs & Side Eyes
Just trying to keep it together one shift at a time.