*sigh* Reminds me of a lot of the more complex jobs I do at Melbourne's Most Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy. Much more about the social work, and less about the easy physical care stuff. I have a lot of patients that are similary socially isolated or in comparably tricky situations. As an example, I spent close to 2 hours yesterday trying to work out what I could actually do a for a staff member that has siginificant pain managment issues that are shading into palliative care issues, all while he's still trying to hold down a job and be perceived as just like everyone else. Generally a smart, sensitive and conscientious guy, with a certain amount of understandable apathy and denial mixed in. Sounds like a smart move in just getting her out of the place for a while. How often do you think about the deliberate limitations we place upon ourselves by choosing specific jobs? To my mind, it's frequently a blessing - knowing where the borders of what I can do, and what someone else needs to be called in for are. Other times, it leaves me feeling completely undertrained and equipped, and it leaves me feeling slightly hollow.