Wow, you guys. I’ve gotten a lot of feed back from my last post, Why You Should Visit Your Confused Loved One-Even If It Makes You Sad. Thank you for sharing 261 times! If it makes just one person decide to go visit their loved one, I will be ecstatic. So, a few people have brought up some questions about HOW to visit your confused one. They’re ready to put on their thoughtful pants and visit, but they aren’t sure what to do once they get there. My friend Makenna Buffington lost her father to Alzheimer’s. She knows first hand how important it is to visit and through her experiences, has given me some great pointers on how to visit someone who is confused. How do you visit? What do you say? What do you not say? How do you connect? What about the awkwardness? Makenna and I have put together some helpful tips through our own personal visits with our family members, while it is aimed towards moderate to severe dementia, these words can serve as a guide for any stage: Continue reading
I have serious anxiety with certain TV shows and movies. Two types annoy me in particular. First, horror movies where the only reason anyone gets murdered is because they did exactly what NO REAL PERSON would actually do and stupidly get themselves killed. The other is any sort of medical show where a doctor is giving nursing care to a patient. AS IF. After an intense Facebook conversation with a girl I went to highschool with (Shout out Angel) about how stupid Grey’s Anatomy and other such shows are at portraying real life, I’ve been inspired to share some of my most frustrating television moments. Before I list them, you should know that I actually like some of these shows. There is a place in television for moments that probably wouldn’t happen in real life. However, they only work if they’re executed in that perfectly difficult to pull off comedic way, and most of the time, they just make my skin crawl. Continue reading
I’ve never liked the term “nursing assistant”. Some places call them PCT (Patient Care Techs). That makes a little more sense. While CNA’s have certainly “assisted” me with wound care, blood draws, and catheterizations, they are so much more than a “nurse’s assistant”. CNA’s are the heart of nursing. CNA’s are really the original nurses. Before medications and paperwork came the old school one-on-one just plain old taking care of sick people. If you want to know what your loved one ate today or whether or not they’re feeling good, ask their CNA. There is no closer a relationship than that of a patient and their regular aid. Continue reading
The first three months of Jack’s life were the worst three of mine. Because I was the one with the boobs and without a job, I had to wake up every 2 hours of my life. I didn’t have postpartum depression. I had postpartum exhaustion. When the nurse left me alone in my hospital room with Jack, I had a total panic attack. I didn’t know how to breastfeed, soothe, or even hold my baby. I didn’t know I was supposed to be changing him (I assumed they were doing that). I didn’t know ANYTHING. In that moment, with my husband passed out on the couch, I felt so alone. It was seriously terrifying. A week later, my mom left and it was just me and Jack, every two hours, non-stop. I remember thinking my life was over. What had we done? This was my life now. It didn’t help that every day from four to seven, Jack would scream. He just screamed his little heart out for no apparent reason. The only thing that calmed him was being swaddled so tight he couldn’t budge and walked around the house briskly. So, when I wasn’t sleeping, I was either nursing or bouncing around the house singing “You Are My Sunshine” in the happiest voice a walking dead person could muster. Continue reading
Today is day seven in a row of BABY. During the week, I am a stay-at-home mom, but most weekends, I work. I work for a few reasons. One, we can use the money. Two, I need to get out of this house and away from my angel nugget at least once a week. Jack is my joy. The moment I leave him, I miss him. The second I put him to bed, I want to pick him back up and hold him watch him sleep. When I hear him in the morning, I love walking into his room and seeing his smile as we start our day together. That being said, as most parents know, I NEED A BREAK. Continue reading
A conversation I’ve had with quite a few people:
Notme McNotterson: What do you do for a living?
Me: I work in a nursing home.
Notme McNotterson: Oh, my. I couldn’t do that.
Me: Really? Why?
Notme McNotterson: Well, you know….They’re….old….and sick and all. It just seems like such a sad place.
First of all, nursing homes get an insanely bad rap. They might have been insane asylums in the 1950’s, but now they are just really nice, clean, and safe places for people who need help to live. Do you know that there are more state rules and regulations in place for a nursing home than a nuclear power plant? It’s true. Continue reading