one of my old ladies escaped tonight while i was busy repositioning and cleaning up a hospice patient. unbeknownst to me, our resident verally abusive drunk somehow managed to keep her mouth shut long enough to make it out past security (who was unfamiliar with what she looked like) but luckily ended up getting grabbed and sent back by the owner of the hotel across that street. no sooner do i get her safe and sigh and close the door to her room than i catch sight of sweet old italian grandma pushing a walker down the hallway, naked as a motherfucking purdue chicken and having a conversation with one of the nicer voices usually found in her mirror. last week i helped load someone's mother onto a stretcher while they watched and cried. this week i feel like i have kids.