Awww Shit

[SeaCat]

So I go into work this morning and get my assignment. There are two other Aides there and there are 28 patients on the floor. Cool, this could be an easy day for a change.

Then I'm informed I'm supposed to work the desk. Okay that kind of sucks. It means the other Aides will be working with 14 patitents each and I get to suffer at the desk. (I hate working the desk, it's a pain in the butt.)

The other Aides scream and stomp their feet and a compromise is reached, without my input. I am informed that I will have 8 patients, plus I have to work the desk. I'm not overly pleased by this but I know there is no recourse for me. The other Aides are some of the favored ones.

I crank through the Vitals. While I[m doing this I find that one of my patients is an Alzheimers Patient from a Nursing Home. She doesn't like being bothered but I get her vitals done and get her cleaned up. (She's soaked with Urine.)

By 0830 I'm done with the vitals, have cleaned up the one patient and made two beds.

Back to the desk where I plot Temps. Answer the phone and Call Bells. A bunch of paperwork and make a pot of coffee.

Back to my team, clean up the Alzheimers Patient again. Feed her breakfast and then on to other patients. Get my three Post Ops cleaned up and walking in the halls.

It keeps on like this. I'm running my ass off and one of my R.N.'s has the attitude that she has to keep the Aides busy. Every time I go into the Alzheimers Patitents room I have to clean her up. She gets more and more aggitated. The other Aides finish their assignments and sit around the Nurses Station B.S.ing.

I go into the Alzheimers room and get pelted with a barrage of waste. After I get her cleaned I get myself cleaned up and into a clean uniform. (There's a reason I keep a spare in my locker.) The other Aides are laughing their asses off over this.

It goes on like this for most of the day and the Charge Nurse isn't saying a word. Instead she's loving life. I even get cursed out by the other Aides for being too lazy to make coffee. Some of the R.N.'s are getting pissed off about this.

One of the M.D.'s enters the Alzheimers Room and comes out quickly. He complains the patient is filthy and needs to be cleaned up. I heave a sigh and get ready to go into the room for the umpteenth time that day when the R.N.'s stop me. They send me off to the lab while telling the other two Aides that I was busy and they had to cover for me.

After complaining long and hard about this they went into the room only to be met by a well aimed barrage of waste. Both of them were well covered. Neither of them had spare uniforms.

As one of the R.N.'s told them, if you want to sling the shit you have to expect to get splattered.

Cat

 

[kimbalee]

So I go into work this morning and get my assignment. There are two other Aides there and there are 28 patients on the floor. Cool, this could be an easy day for a change.

Then I'm informed I'm supposed to work the desk. Okay that kind of sucks. It means the other Aides will be working with 14 patitents each and I get to suffer at the desk. (I hate working the desk, it's a pain in the butt.)

The other Aides scream and stomp their feet and a compromise is reached, without my input. I am informed that I will have 8 patients, plus I have to work the desk. I'm not overly pleased by this but I know there is no recourse for me. The other Aides are some of the favored ones.

I crank through the Vitals. While I[m doing this I find that one of my patients is an Alzheimers Patient from a Nursing Home. She doesn't like being bothered but I get her vitals done and get her cleaned up. (She's soaked with Urine.)

By 0830 I'm done with the vitals, have cleaned up the one patient and made two beds.

Back to the desk where I plot Temps. Answer the phone and Call Bells. A bunch of paperwork and make a pot of coffee.

Back to my team, clean up the Alzheimers Patient again. Feed her breakfast and then on to other patients. Get my three Post Ops cleaned up and walking in the halls.

It keeps on like this. I'm running my ass off and one of my R.N.'s has the attitude that she has to keep the Aides busy. Every time I go into the Alzheimers Patitents room I have to clean her up. She gets more and more aggitated. The other Aides finish their assignments and sit around the Nurses Station B.S.ing.

I go into the Alzheimers room and get pelted with a barrage of waste. After I get her cleaned I get myself cleaned up and into a clean uniform. (There's a reason I keep a spare in my locker.) The other Aides are laughing their asses off over this.

It goes on like this for most of the day and the Charge Nurse isn't saying a word. Instead she's loving life. I even get cursed out by the other Aides for being too lazy to make coffee. Some of the R.N.'s are getting pissed off about this.

One of the M.D.'s enters the Alzheimers Room and comes out quickly. He complains the patient is filthy and needs to be cleaned up. I heave a sigh and get ready to go into the room for the umpteenth time that day when the R.N.'s stop me. They send me off to the lab while telling the other two Aides that I was busy and they had to cover for me.

After complaining long and hard about this they went into the room only to be met by a well aimed barrage of waste. Both of them were well covered. Neither of them had spare uniforms.

As one of the R.N.'s told them, if you want to sling the shit you have to expect to get splattered.
Cat

Cat, I love you, man... having worked in a nursing home Alzheimer's wing... I feel for you. I've honestly seen more "waste" flinging than a person should have to deal with in a lifetime... I don't get why these patients have a fixation on excrement. So glad they got what was coming to them. lol

 

[SlickTony]

This is why, if I should ever be diagnosed with Alzheimer's, I would prefer that my near and dear take me out and shoot me.

 

[kimbalee]

This is why, if I should ever be diagnosed with Alzheimer's, I would prefer that my near and dear take me out and shoot me.

ditto. and I've already asked that they do.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

ditto. and I've already asked that they do.

I think that's what Dad really wanted but Mom made me come to their house and take all his guns away. I've sworn up and down that I'm ever diagnosed with something incurable and nasty, I'm going to buy a couple of aluminum spars, a roll of silvered lMylar and a quarter mile of copper wire and driving to New Mexico in August. "Okay, God, come and get me!" KA-BOOM!!

Franklin was right.

 

[SlickTony]

I think that's what Dad really wanted but Mom made me come to their house and take all his guns away. I've sworn up and down that I'm ever diagnosed with something incurable and nasty, I'm going to buy a couple of aluminum spars, a roll of silvered lMylar and a quarter mile of copper wire and driving to New Mexico in August. "Okay, God, come and get me!" KA-BOOM!!

Franklin was right.

What would you do with all this stuff? A rilly, rilly, rilly big kite?

 

[epiphany65]

My heart goes out to you SeaCat. I took care of my Mom for the last 7 years of her life when she was dying from senile dementia and i had a lot of days like the ones you described. It's not something I'd wish on my worst enemy. Hopefully days like that will be few and far between for you.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

CAT

I feel your pain, but YOU know that 10% of the crew do 90% of the work. The rest are simply 'lovin it.' This applies to management, as well.

Years ago, when I first worked for state government, my boss told me: If you bust your ass we'll give you more work to do; if you do quality work we'll let you fix the work of the ass-hats; if you get along with everyone we'll saddle you with all the asshole clients no one wants. And they did!

 

[Svenskaflicka]

You do know you're a hero to me, Cat?

 

[SeaCat]

I get the same patient today because none of the other Aides are willing to deal with her.

I walk into her room bright and early, do her vital signs. I'm off and running. The other Aides are chuckling. They know I'm in for a fight later on when I have to get her up.

A short while later, after asking for help and getting refused by all and sundry I enter the room to get the patient cleaned up. She fights me tooth and nail. I have scratches on both arms as well as on my chest. (Yes she got me through my scrubs.) I finally get her cleaned up and in her Recliner.

When I elave the room I'm smarting but waiting for expected comments. It isn't long before they came as the other Aides noticed the scratches. They started giving me shit about being attacked by a 100 pound old lady and I turned to look at them and told them they must be mistaken, these scratches were from my wife last night and they must not have noticed them earlier.

I didn't hear a word out of anyone for the rest of the day. (Although I'm sure I'll hear about it tomorrow from my boss.)

Cat

 

[DesertPirate]

Keep em confused Cat, it's worth it