Old people... ugh they annoy me...
I meant to write this yesterday but sorta failed...
I HAD AN EPIC SCARE YESTERDAY THAT I DO NOT EVER EVER WANT TO REPEAT! EVER!
It basically boils down to this: Old people will be the DEATH of me! If she doesn't get me fired when I get into work tonight then I'm probably going to get an earful.
See... this is how it started.
Yesterday a woman, her name is Pat, she said she had a back back so was given a hot water bottle to lean against. She called after a short while to tell me it was too hot and to take it away. Come 7pm myself and Kerry (other carer) decided it was time to put two people to bed. She went upstairs with one, I went to put the other to bed.
When I came out for something, I heard this little voice calling for Kerry. So I went into Pat... and found her hung over her walking frame ( something like this ), her face pressed into the hotwater bottle.
So I run to her and, pretty much the ONLY way to help her was to grab her around the middle and hope to gods I had the strength to pull her up without forcing her to her knees and onto the floor. The idea was to get her to her chair and then deal with what happened. UNFORTUNATELY THE SILLY COW REFUSED TO LET GO OF THE DAMN FRAME! So there's me hauling this woman AND her frame up and over to a chair... and once she was down I discovered that the frame had ripped into her right leg.
There's spiked parts at the bottom, and that's what she caught herself on. If she'd let go of the damn frame when I'd told her to, when I'd picked her up, instead of yelling at me for helping me, she'd never have done that much damage to herself! But nope, she was old and seemed to believe I was arguing with her. Wrong. But whatever.
The first aid box we have is woefully understocked. I spent precious minutes hunting through the damn thing looking for the stuff I needed and still come up with lame substitutes. So I went back and tried to clean the wound the best I could... Sadly the cut, a huge skin flap, was so deep that it had hit into the fatty tissue under it and you could see it bubbling up around the edges of the wound. So pressure was applied and we ran off to call an ambulance. And the silly woman kept saying she didn't want to go! Even when the paramedics came they pretty much had to beg her to go with them!
She'd only gone to get it cleaned and whatnot... but she was more than happy to point the blame at everyone else. She'd not rang to ask for help, she couldn't have been as she was for more than five minutes, she told people she was calling for help for an hour. She told the paramedics that she wouldn't have been where she was if someone hadn't took her hotwater bottle, she'd told me to take it! *sighs* So yes... I break my back trying to help her, I end up covered in blood with the nightmarish image of an open wound forever traumatising me, and she... blames me. Fantastic~
Oh, and I am now sick. I think I have the start of a wonderful throat infection. YAY~~~~
I HAD AN EPIC SCARE YESTERDAY THAT I DO NOT EVER EVER WANT TO REPEAT! EVER!
It basically boils down to this: Old people will be the DEATH of me! If she doesn't get me fired when I get into work tonight then I'm probably going to get an earful.
See... this is how it started.
Yesterday a woman, her name is Pat, she said she had a back back so was given a hot water bottle to lean against. She called after a short while to tell me it was too hot and to take it away. Come 7pm myself and Kerry (other carer) decided it was time to put two people to bed. She went upstairs with one, I went to put the other to bed.
When I came out for something, I heard this little voice calling for Kerry. So I went into Pat... and found her hung over her walking frame ( something like this ), her face pressed into the hotwater bottle.
So I run to her and, pretty much the ONLY way to help her was to grab her around the middle and hope to gods I had the strength to pull her up without forcing her to her knees and onto the floor. The idea was to get her to her chair and then deal with what happened. UNFORTUNATELY THE SILLY COW REFUSED TO LET GO OF THE DAMN FRAME! So there's me hauling this woman AND her frame up and over to a chair... and once she was down I discovered that the frame had ripped into her right leg.
There's spiked parts at the bottom, and that's what she caught herself on. If she'd let go of the damn frame when I'd told her to, when I'd picked her up, instead of yelling at me for helping me, she'd never have done that much damage to herself! But nope, she was old and seemed to believe I was arguing with her. Wrong. But whatever.
The first aid box we have is woefully understocked. I spent precious minutes hunting through the damn thing looking for the stuff I needed and still come up with lame substitutes. So I went back and tried to clean the wound the best I could... Sadly the cut, a huge skin flap, was so deep that it had hit into the fatty tissue under it and you could see it bubbling up around the edges of the wound. So pressure was applied and we ran off to call an ambulance. And the silly woman kept saying she didn't want to go! Even when the paramedics came they pretty much had to beg her to go with them!
She'd only gone to get it cleaned and whatnot... but she was more than happy to point the blame at everyone else. She'd not rang to ask for help, she couldn't have been as she was for more than five minutes, she told people she was calling for help for an hour. She told the paramedics that she wouldn't have been where she was if someone hadn't took her hotwater bottle, she'd told me to take it! *sighs* So yes... I break my back trying to help her, I end up covered in blood with the nightmarish image of an open wound forever traumatising me, and she... blames me. Fantastic~
Oh, and I am now sick. I think I have the start of a wonderful throat infection. YAY~~~~