And then the Nursing Home

Week 6 of the program was the dreaded week for me.  It meant that we were going to the nursing home to start our rotation.  

No wonder some programs don't include these facilities in their clinicals; it's so depressing. Then you watch how much work the CNA's do (they will never be paid enough) and you want to help them as much as you want to help your own patients.  In case you read this and have no idea what a CNA does, I'll tell you.  Feed, Wipe, Clean, Dress, Change bed and repeat for the next 8 hours.

I tried to encourage every CNA and LVN to continue their education and become an RN but wait, who would be the CNA;     S***!.        I counted down the days and pretended like each patient was my grandma; except for that guy I had.  

When I went to lecture that week of clinical, I started to find out that life was not so bad for me.  I, evidently, have one of the least moody instructors;  in fact, I learned that she is super nice at the nursing home.  She doesn't yell at us in front of patients  and she actually lets us talk to the CNA's and the other nurses, imagine that.  I heard that "Nazi's" group couldn't talk to anyone but their patients, which is unfortunate because a lot of those patients couldn't even talk.  

This nursing program is hard enough, why drag all that yelling into it.  I have come to the conclusion that "Nazi" is pissed off at someone and she's anal; whoa, what a lethal combo.

I am sad to say, that those days are over and I am getting ready to go to another clinical rotation...............Tomorrow.