Missionaries.... or Russian slave labor
I have decided the Russian is going to repent for his bad shit (garbage eating, crotch licking and ass dragging) in the form of labor.
It's been a few years but I used to take him around the nursing home (one of the many on my resume) to make the people happy. Give them something to look forward to, who doesn't want one THESE on a lap?
I've got to update his shots and things, but that's easy. In talking to my mother I wondered about a resident and remembered my mom saying she was a pain in the ass. I got to thinking.... ya know, in a nursing home.... what else is there to do but pass the time any way you can. Their daily routine is anything but quality of life, so Simon and I think we'll stroll in time to time and throw a little smile into the monotony.
Plus, when I worked in those joints, there was never time for stories.... and older people, like anyone else, are chomping at the bit for someone to listen. Things you can learn are astonishing if you stop to ask, but healthcare is not set up to allow any personal interaction short of serving food, showering, dressing, sleeping, rinse repeat. It's the reality of it.
Holidays are so sad. The hopeful faces who get no visitors and wheel away. The generic gifts on Christmas donated while the receiver know good and well what it is and that whoever put them there couldn't be bothered to visit. Leaving it to the staff to try and fill those voids, and they simply don't have time. Bosslady's Daughter will understand, having just watching Sicko. I watched it first hand for almost a decade. The smallest bit of kindness goes far, and my Alter Boy has a lot of work to do before I forgive him.
-DM
It's been a few years but I used to take him around the nursing home (one of the many on my resume) to make the people happy. Give them something to look forward to, who doesn't want one THESE on a lap?
I've got to update his shots and things, but that's easy. In talking to my mother I wondered about a resident and remembered my mom saying she was a pain in the ass. I got to thinking.... ya know, in a nursing home.... what else is there to do but pass the time any way you can. Their daily routine is anything but quality of life, so Simon and I think we'll stroll in time to time and throw a little smile into the monotony. Plus, when I worked in those joints, there was never time for stories.... and older people, like anyone else, are chomping at the bit for someone to listen. Things you can learn are astonishing if you stop to ask, but healthcare is not set up to allow any personal interaction short of serving food, showering, dressing, sleeping, rinse repeat. It's the reality of it.
Holidays are so sad. The hopeful faces who get no visitors and wheel away. The generic gifts on Christmas donated while the receiver know good and well what it is and that whoever put them there couldn't be bothered to visit. Leaving it to the staff to try and fill those voids, and they simply don't have time. Bosslady's Daughter will understand, having just watching Sicko. I watched it first hand for almost a decade. The smallest bit of kindness goes far, and my Alter Boy has a lot of work to do before I forgive him.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
5:35 PM
2 Comments:
Welcome to my life. That is what I deal with every day. And yes, I get gifts for all of our residents from some charity that I have to sort and match with our seniors. You nailed it in your description. We also have a dog man who brings his dog and visits with the seniors...although he is really weird. :) Happy Holidays
I do understand, but more from the short time my Gran lived in one. I'm so glad you're doing this and thanks for the much needed reminder. I have no dog, but may have a story or two that wouldn't be too scathing for a resthome.
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