I work as a home caregiver for a local agency in Kentucky. I’m not a nurse, though I have some basic training in CPR and First Aid, and I’ve going through classes so I’m able to render some level of help to our clients that need physical assistance. For the most part though, my job is to check in on people, help them do chores they have difficulty doing on their own like getting groceries or doing laundry, and drive them to appointments as needed. The story I’m about to tell has been changed enough that I’m not violating client confidentiality, but I assure you that the core elements of it are true. About three months ago I started seeing a new client, Peter Phelps. When I reviewed his casefile, I learned that Peter was a 55 year-old man who lacked a right arm due to a birth defect. This wasn’t the reason for his home care, but rather that he was in the last stages of liver failure due to chronic alcoholism. His physical conditio
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