Why do I care? Part two…

So… I’m in week two of visiting on my own. You may recall I was absolutely terrified at the prospect of having so much responsibility. True enough though, it does get a lot easier after a while. The office are also being nice to me and giving me relatively easy clients. I’ve not met a single client that didn’t like me. Interesting. So on a personal level, I’m smashing it. It’s the really serious stuff that scares me a little. Still, I’ve had no complaints or bollockings so all seems well. I hate getting up at half five though. Half hour drive and starting at 7am. Owch! Anyway, I’m done for the day, got behind a bit but my last visits were quite close to home. I’ve been trying not to be frivolous with my money recently but I deserve a reward for today. Ha! I keep telling myself that. Still I haven’t eaten all day so whatever. I’m actually earning money again too so no need for munch guilt. I’ll finish up in McDonald’s and go home for my post work bath. As you can imagine, being a domiciliary care worker, I feel grim by the time I get home every time. As soon as I get in, I strip, throw my clothes in the wash and have a bath. Just… The thought of… Eww!