I’ve been at “the Home” for 3 days. Just long enough to realize I could never work in a “Home”. I have to give these people a lot of credit. I could never do what they do. You have to be physically strong, mentally strong and crazy to work here. If you’re not crazy you have to have a lot of patience and really like your fellow man or woman.
I thought they still dressed like this. I was wrong.
Imagine coming into my room and seeing me laying on the bed. I tell you I need a bedpan. Your job is to stuff it under my broken butt without hurting me, wait until I am done and then clean my ass. Now doesn’t that sound like a satisfying job?
They not only clean us up but they serve our meals. They even offer to put the cream in our coffee. When they are not doing these jobs they are sticking needles in arms, taking blood pressure and making sure we have non skid socks so we don’t break our asses, again.
I think the worst part of the job for these workers is they have to be nice to rude, whiny, know-it-all people. The things some of these patients say to the nurses and aides shocks me.
I myself just spill water on the floor all day and then ring the buzzer so they can clean it up. I don’t want them to feel useless. To be truthful, I actually did spill stuff today more times than I would like to admit. The guy taking care of our section cleaned it up with a smile. I’m in rehab heaven at this place.
Truthfully, I have been treated so well I might decide to stay. A few of the nurses and aides remember me from the last time I stayed here. I must have made an impression. The question is was it good or bad?
I haven’t had one single person be rude to me. Everyone seems to be genuinely happy with their work. Oh jeebus, I hope there isn’t some Stepford Wives thing going on here. You know, the owners drug or hypnotize all the employees to be perfect nurses and aides. That’s why they always smile when they empty the bedpans. OMG, maybe I should stay awake tonight.
Wait they’re coming…………