The First Post
Hello, greetings, salutations and welcome to my brand spanking-new nifty blog. I suppose it's customary for me to take this oppurtunity to tell you about myself, and the purpose of this blog.
My name is Nicole, I'm 23, and I live and work in a medium-sized town in Colorado. I attend college (sometimes - I'm a notorious slacker), and I just started a job at a nursing home. They call it an "assisted living center", but, it's really a nursing home, for old, infirm people. We have something like 60 residents there, and of course, a handful of staff members. My job titled is Bath Aide. This means, that yes, I give baths to old people. Certainly not the most desireable job in the world. But hey, I'm a nursing student - I have to get my foot in the door somewhere, somehow. What better way to prove to employers that I can handle the dirty jobs (pun intended), than getting down in the trenches, and doing the unpleasant and undesirable? And, honestly, so far the job has been quite entertaining, and I'm liking it. Some of the residents are simply hilarious. Others are frustrating and crazy.
I've been on the job for three days now. Already, I have some interesting stories to share about the job. I would like to warn everyone that occasionally my posts will deal with medical issues such as incontinence, mental disability, bodily functions, medical procedures, etc. If anyone has a faint stomach, you might not want to read the blog. Dont bitch at me - you've been warned.
Now, with that said, I want to explain to everyone a couple of things. With the exception of my name, all names of my coworkers and residents have been changed, for privacy. Secondly, it is not my intent to slander, demean, or otherwise insult anyone, particularly my residents. I have the utmost respect for them. After all, each and every one of them are simply nice old people, who've led full, rewarding lives, and now deserve and recieve my respect during their declining years. HOWEVER, this job is a stressful, dirty, and unpleasant one. I need some sort of outlet to express myself, or else I will go crazy. I choose to express myself with humor rather than anger. This is one of those "If I dont laugh, I'll cry" sort of situations. I believe there are two ways one can approach life - either take it as it comes and laugh at yourself, or fight tooth and nail, and have a heart attack everytime something changes or doesnt go your way. I choose to laugh. I choose to vent my frustrations here. Already, my mother is getting tired of hearing my stories. What better place to vent then on the internet?
Well then, the first post is finished. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask me. I will respond in as timely a fashion as possible.
My name is Nicole, I'm 23, and I live and work in a medium-sized town in Colorado. I attend college (sometimes - I'm a notorious slacker), and I just started a job at a nursing home. They call it an "assisted living center", but, it's really a nursing home, for old, infirm people. We have something like 60 residents there, and of course, a handful of staff members. My job titled is Bath Aide. This means, that yes, I give baths to old people. Certainly not the most desireable job in the world. But hey, I'm a nursing student - I have to get my foot in the door somewhere, somehow. What better way to prove to employers that I can handle the dirty jobs (pun intended), than getting down in the trenches, and doing the unpleasant and undesirable? And, honestly, so far the job has been quite entertaining, and I'm liking it. Some of the residents are simply hilarious. Others are frustrating and crazy.
I've been on the job for three days now. Already, I have some interesting stories to share about the job. I would like to warn everyone that occasionally my posts will deal with medical issues such as incontinence, mental disability, bodily functions, medical procedures, etc. If anyone has a faint stomach, you might not want to read the blog. Dont bitch at me - you've been warned.
Now, with that said, I want to explain to everyone a couple of things. With the exception of my name, all names of my coworkers and residents have been changed, for privacy. Secondly, it is not my intent to slander, demean, or otherwise insult anyone, particularly my residents. I have the utmost respect for them. After all, each and every one of them are simply nice old people, who've led full, rewarding lives, and now deserve and recieve my respect during their declining years. HOWEVER, this job is a stressful, dirty, and unpleasant one. I need some sort of outlet to express myself, or else I will go crazy. I choose to express myself with humor rather than anger. This is one of those "If I dont laugh, I'll cry" sort of situations. I believe there are two ways one can approach life - either take it as it comes and laugh at yourself, or fight tooth and nail, and have a heart attack everytime something changes or doesnt go your way. I choose to laugh. I choose to vent my frustrations here. Already, my mother is getting tired of hearing my stories. What better place to vent then on the internet?
Well then, the first post is finished. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask me. I will respond in as timely a fashion as possible.
posted by Night Shift Nurse at 10:44 AM
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