Maybe some of you can give me shoulder...I really need one right now. I will begin nursing school in Jan, so I took a job in the hospital laboratory. My duties include traveling to nursing homes to draw blood. I am inexperienced so I am being trained to draw, and I have done two successful draws so far. My trainer is the pits! I am just glad to be a visual learner...and a gentle, caring person.
I am not sure about how long I can keep this job. It is so terribly depressing. When I walk into the homes...my body shakes from so many mixed emotions. Fear, sadness, warmth...
I am dealing with learning to draw, which is difficult in old folks anyway...and I am dealing with my surroundings. Many are just crumpled in bed waiting to die and others sit in a medical comatose. Some make me happy...they sing songs of Jesus. Others are combative and curse like heck. I am always on guard. I refuse to bow my head when drawing...I am scared of head bunt or a right upper cut. And I am holding a needle!
But what hurts are the portraits beside their bed. Some fairly recent. They portray them standing tall...which is strange when you see them lying small and contorted. And they tell you all about their children with pride!The same children that admitted them there. I just can't help wondering "how did you get here? WHO put you in a place like this? Did you ever think that you would be here?" The homes are not clean and the CNA's are "tired" in my area
sorry cna's. I know it is a tough job but what gives? I have patients that are left with dentures to sleep in!
(I have 5am draws).
They beg for me to take them...even offer me money...some follow me to the door with purse in hand!
Oh it is so sad.