I made a good salary… if I lived anywhere else but New York. In addition to working the home health job and taking on the temporary activities coordinator role, I also taught yoga classes in Central Park three days a week, tucking every cent of income I could away so I could continue to make a wonderful life for me and Jaz. It was one of the reasons I had picked up so much additional work this summer. But could I do both and still take care of my sister? How was I going to be able to handle the expenses? The time commitment? I was hoping to be able to work at least part time when school started again, to offset the need of crushing student loans. It was also a day that had nearly paralyzed me with worry. Getting accepted into the highly competitive program had been one of the greatest days of my life. Until I could hopefully begin it this fall. Well, the hat I’d wear until I could begin the Doctor of Physical Therapy program this fall. Now, I was wearing my physical therapy assistant hat. There, I was a cheerleader, encouraging the residents to participate and have fun. Taking a deep breath, I made a mental adjustment from the nursing home I just left. Using another towelette on my hands and arms, I felt somewhat presentable as I shrugged into my cotton home health jacket, rolling up the sleeves to my elbows. Johnson was.ĭraining the last of my water, I swiped a wet towelette over my face, neck, and chest, then smoothed back my hair, making sure the ponytail was straight. At least the elderly woman lived on the first floor, but the building still seemed dangerous, especially for someone who was a risk for falling, as Mrs. I tapped the iPad, double-checking that I was at the right place for the newest patient on my schedule. The old place had cracks in the sidewalks big enough to consume a small dog if the poor thing wasn’t careful, and part of the front steps looked like they were about to crumble. Popping the last bite of a protein bar into my mouth as I pulled up and parked at the old apartment building, I looked around and frowned. Sweat seemed to drip out of every pour of my body as I biked to my first home health appointment of the afternoon.
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