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New job is going well! I'm hoping to go back to school this spring as well. Get some prerequisites out of the way before I apply to nursing school.
Nifty thing is, the nearest community college (2 year, junior college for those of you with other names for them) is the PREMIER nursing school in the southeast. It's also where my granny went to nursing school, and I think my two aunts as well.
So, my chances of getting in there are slim, but if need be, I can go to another junior college nearby and transfer over when I get a chance.
Still and all, I have no idea when my next off day will be. Tomorrow marks day 7 so far, and it'll probably be midweek before I have a chance to rest.
Ought to be a nice pay check though d^_^b Happy happy.
I've already decided that 100 bucks of it has to come out for tires, so bummer on that. Still, my tires definitely need to be changed. I just have to find some cheap ones that'll fit, because I apparently roll on an odd size.
Looking forward to the end of September when all the good shows come back new! CSI, CSI: Miami, NCIS, House, and several others.
One of my 91 year-old residents at the assisted living home had an occurrence today that I find utterly hilarious, which tells you how screwed up my sense of humor is.
She's not completely there in the head. Considering her age, it isn't that surprising that she has a touch of dementia. I'm not entirely sure what kind, Alzheimer's maybe, but she forgets. Really bad short-term memory.
For days and days she's been asking for a laxative. We usually give them out when a resident asks for them, but you can't take them too often or your digestive system will become dependent and you'll be unable to have a bowel movement without chemical help.
So, we've been telling her no for a few days now. She takes fiber supplements and all that anyways, so I've just been telling her to take a walk and get some excersize to get her guts churning. Chrissy, who works first shift, has just been telling her to let nature take it's course.
There's a good bit of talking for a story I haven't even begun telling yet, but the windup is necessary for the pitch.
Now, remember how I mentioned that she's a little wiggly on the floor? Yeah. Soooo adorable though.
Earlier today, she headed into the bathroom to do her thing after lunch. We have little pull cords in almost every room that set off a little alarm and a flashing light so we know that someone needs help and where they are. Well, poor Chrissy answered that one.
She told me this story while I was trying to pull meds, and I was laughing so hard that I had to stop so I wouldn't screw up.
She walked in the bathroom, and, bearing in mind that the lady in question is 91 and weighs maybe 100 pounds soaking wet, she found that Mrs. C had finally had a meeting with 'nature'.
She looked up at Crissy with that sweet little old angel face of hers and said,'I think I might have missed the potty a little.'
She had pooed in the toilet. On her pants. And half-way up the wall. How much force must a 91 year old woman poo with in order to get it half way up a vertical surface? I really, really don't understand the physics on that one. It took Crissy nearly an hour to get Mrs. C and the bathroom cleaned up. And took one of our bathrooms out of commission for that long. Pretty serious when you've only got 5 for 16 people plus employees.
So, there you go. You would have to take care of this woman to really understand the humor behind this one, but it's the funniest story I've heard in a long time. In my dad's words she had 'a major blowout'. He sees things like this every now and again as a firefighter. The stations around here have switched from fire to fire and rescue. So, they get called out on pretty much all calls, fire, police, and ambulance now, and they get the 'I've fallen and I can't get up' calls once a week or so. They fall, they lose control sometimes.
I'm going to have to get up early to wash scrubs so I'll off and get some sleep now, have lovely days and nights till we speak again!
Cheers,
K
New job is going well! I'm hoping to go back to school this spring as well. Get some prerequisites out of the way before I apply to nursing school.
Nifty thing is, the nearest community college (2 year, junior college for those of you with other names for them) is the PREMIER nursing school in the southeast. It's also where my granny went to nursing school, and I think my two aunts as well.
So, my chances of getting in there are slim, but if need be, I can go to another junior college nearby and transfer over when I get a chance.
Still and all, I have no idea when my next off day will be. Tomorrow marks day 7 so far, and it'll probably be midweek before I have a chance to rest.
Ought to be a nice pay check though d^_^b Happy happy.
I've already decided that 100 bucks of it has to come out for tires, so bummer on that. Still, my tires definitely need to be changed. I just have to find some cheap ones that'll fit, because I apparently roll on an odd size.
Looking forward to the end of September when all the good shows come back new! CSI, CSI: Miami, NCIS, House, and several others.
One of my 91 year-old residents at the assisted living home had an occurrence today that I find utterly hilarious, which tells you how screwed up my sense of humor is.
She's not completely there in the head. Considering her age, it isn't that surprising that she has a touch of dementia. I'm not entirely sure what kind, Alzheimer's maybe, but she forgets. Really bad short-term memory.
For days and days she's been asking for a laxative. We usually give them out when a resident asks for them, but you can't take them too often or your digestive system will become dependent and you'll be unable to have a bowel movement without chemical help.
So, we've been telling her no for a few days now. She takes fiber supplements and all that anyways, so I've just been telling her to take a walk and get some excersize to get her guts churning. Chrissy, who works first shift, has just been telling her to let nature take it's course.
There's a good bit of talking for a story I haven't even begun telling yet, but the windup is necessary for the pitch.
Now, remember how I mentioned that she's a little wiggly on the floor? Yeah. Soooo adorable though.
Earlier today, she headed into the bathroom to do her thing after lunch. We have little pull cords in almost every room that set off a little alarm and a flashing light so we know that someone needs help and where they are. Well, poor Chrissy answered that one.
She told me this story while I was trying to pull meds, and I was laughing so hard that I had to stop so I wouldn't screw up.
She walked in the bathroom, and, bearing in mind that the lady in question is 91 and weighs maybe 100 pounds soaking wet, she found that Mrs. C had finally had a meeting with 'nature'.
She looked up at Crissy with that sweet little old angel face of hers and said,'I think I might have missed the potty a little.'
She had pooed in the toilet. On her pants. And half-way up the wall. How much force must a 91 year old woman poo with in order to get it half way up a vertical surface? I really, really don't understand the physics on that one. It took Crissy nearly an hour to get Mrs. C and the bathroom cleaned up. And took one of our bathrooms out of commission for that long. Pretty serious when you've only got 5 for 16 people plus employees.
So, there you go. You would have to take care of this woman to really understand the humor behind this one, but it's the funniest story I've heard in a long time. In my dad's words she had 'a major blowout'. He sees things like this every now and again as a firefighter. The stations around here have switched from fire to fire and rescue. So, they get called out on pretty much all calls, fire, police, and ambulance now, and they get the 'I've fallen and I can't get up' calls once a week or so. They fall, they lose control sometimes.
I'm going to have to get up early to wash scrubs so I'll off and get some sleep now, have lovely days and nights till we speak again!
Cheers,
K