Do you smoke, Mr Nicotine?
Which is a question I anticipate asking one of the residents this afternoon. Yes, his last name really is Nicotine. I'm not sure I can say it with a straight face. This may prove tricksy.
So I'm back at the long-term care home for another week of hiding in my office and holeing up in one of the charting rooms for endless hours because we don't have assessments on two-thirds of the residents here. Fabulous. I'm on my own today, which means eating alone in my office because I don't feel like trying to make small talk with people who probably don't remember me because it's been many weeks since I was here last. Also, now I can pointlessly post. Bwah.
I'm sad though 'cuz my favourite resident has been discharged. She was only here temporary anyway, but I thought she would be here until the end of January so I could see (aka be praised by) her again. She loves me, hee. I came up with a not terribly ingenious method for her to choose the foods from a set menu that would add up to the 1300 calories she's allowed, and she just raved about it. All I did was colour-code the menu into the food groups and told her how many of each group to have per day, but it made her exceedingly happy. Hee.
I am currently eating a grapple, which apparently is pronounced with a long 'a' to make it sound less stupid. Ever tried one? It's a grape-flavoured apple, which is perhaps the most pointless foods I can think of except maybe green ketchup. It's not genetically engineered either, it's just a very porous apple soaked in extra-strength grape essence or something. You can watch a VERY EXCITING video on the Grapple website. I bought some for Christmas to make an exciting fruit plate, but no one was particularly impressed. My life is sad.
It's extremely sad, but the spot on my hand where my pen sits when I write is extremely sore. That tells you how much manual writing I do. Hahaha... I need to find a cushy pen, I have a million more assessments to do this afternoon. I'm supposed to go see this guy about his diabetic renal diet, but one of the nurses came storming into the room because the resident called her a dumb bitch, so I think I'll wait until Nadine can come with me. What, me wussy? You know this to be true. VADER QUOTE. Ahahaha, I am sad.
I work now. <3
So I'm back at the long-term care home for another week of hiding in my office and holeing up in one of the charting rooms for endless hours because we don't have assessments on two-thirds of the residents here. Fabulous. I'm on my own today, which means eating alone in my office because I don't feel like trying to make small talk with people who probably don't remember me because it's been many weeks since I was here last. Also, now I can pointlessly post. Bwah.
I'm sad though 'cuz my favourite resident has been discharged. She was only here temporary anyway, but I thought she would be here until the end of January so I could see (aka be praised by) her again. She loves me, hee. I came up with a not terribly ingenious method for her to choose the foods from a set menu that would add up to the 1300 calories she's allowed, and she just raved about it. All I did was colour-code the menu into the food groups and told her how many of each group to have per day, but it made her exceedingly happy. Hee.
I am currently eating a grapple, which apparently is pronounced with a long 'a' to make it sound less stupid. Ever tried one? It's a grape-flavoured apple, which is perhaps the most pointless foods I can think of except maybe green ketchup. It's not genetically engineered either, it's just a very porous apple soaked in extra-strength grape essence or something. You can watch a VERY EXCITING video on the Grapple website. I bought some for Christmas to make an exciting fruit plate, but no one was particularly impressed. My life is sad.
It's extremely sad, but the spot on my hand where my pen sits when I write is extremely sore. That tells you how much manual writing I do. Hahaha... I need to find a cushy pen, I have a million more assessments to do this afternoon. I'm supposed to go see this guy about his diabetic renal diet, but one of the nurses came storming into the room because the resident called her a dumb bitch, so I think I'll wait until Nadine can come with me. What, me wussy? You know this to be true. VADER QUOTE. Ahahaha, I am sad.
I work now. <3