Less stress. Eat less. Less work. Less stress. Eat less. Less work.
This is what constantly runs though my mind before I head to work. I say a little prayer each day – for a hopefully peaceful day.
I’m supposed to be asleep right now because I’ll be charge tomorrow again. I can’t sleep because my mind is not at rest. My body’s aching – tired – sore. My last resort would be to end up taking medication for my anxiety.
This morning I came into work, expecting to do MDS so I came in late… I had a gut feeling the night before that someone would call off. It irked me for the longest time before heading off to bed. When I came in this morning, sure enough… I was told that I’d be charge. Eight hours off MDS – I’m behind again. I also had a no call – no show CNA.
I’m starting to write more. I need to.
People say that the facility I’m working at is such a “chill” place or “so easy”. What makes this place so easy is how many things people get away with. The bosses care up to a certain point. Red flag!
One point I’ll get across is – never admit a loved one into a nursing home!
I believe in what’s right. I try to be fair. I’m an advocate to these people. I want to do things the right way.
I don’t understand how some people pass medications to 40+ patients within 1 hour – sometimes even just 45 minutes
I don’t understand how some people don’t wash their hands
I don’t understand how some people don’t suction
I don’t understand how some people don’t flush Gtubes
I don’t understand how some people sleep on the job!
I don’t understand how some people skip house medications – just go for the important ones
I don’t understand how some people sit around at the station and just use their phone when they could be doing rounds
This is why I’m not fit for a nursing home.
People always ask why I look so stressed. The only thing I can tell them is, “You just don’t understand.”