She started to work at Ross Manor at a LPN director. Sarah and I started to volunteer during summer vacations and school brakes. At age eleven I started asking more and more questions about what is going on. How things work, when they talk about medical stuff I am trying to figure out what it all meant. I was curious about the medical field.
My mom switched jobs and became the LPN director of Engle Place a Dementia / Alzheimer unit. It is one of the hardest units to work on because of how some of the things that could happen. I started helping more and more. Making beds in the morning, passing meal trays, answering bells (call lights). I asked the employees more questions gaining knowledge about being a nurse.
My relationship with the employees and residents became stronger like my seconded family. Their were a couple people that liked Sarah and I because of our age. We were kids, most of the residents never saw their gran-kids very often. One hardly spoke English because of where he was from. He was my first encounter with combative residents. He was fine one minute and in a split second he was gripping my arm tighter and tighter like and Indian sun burn. I was calm when my moms employees had to remove him hands from my arm and talk him to the living room to relax.
They explained to me what happened and reassured me I did nothing wrong. He was sun downing. They explained to me what that was. A few years later I let a resident out side in the court yard. About a half hour later not even five minutes after I checked on him, the housekeeper said he was on the ground outside. I ran to get my mom and the staff who were working that day. I was scared but my nursing side kicked in. The ambulance came and got him and I felt like it was my fault because he got a suaver head wound.
The maintenance man came over to clean the blood off the ground in the court yard. He looked at me ans said it was not my fault and I was very brave to see something like that at my age. I went to my moms office and cried for a half hour.
Years later I found my self wanting to work their. I got my CNA and CRMA. I am a CNA on Waterman Unit. It has been almost a year now. I have helped many people have better days and lives with my personality.
My mother is the one who has shown me everything and her employees. If it was not for them I would not be where I am today. I am going to college for my RN certification. Thanks mom for all the support and help.
My mom switched jobs and became the LPN director of Engle Place a Dementia / Alzheimer unit. It is one of the hardest units to work on because of how some of the things that could happen. I started helping more and more. Making beds in the morning, passing meal trays, answering bells (call lights). I asked the employees more questions gaining knowledge about being a nurse.
My relationship with the employees and residents became stronger like my seconded family. Their were a couple people that liked Sarah and I because of our age. We were kids, most of the residents never saw their gran-kids very often. One hardly spoke English because of where he was from. He was my first encounter with combative residents. He was fine one minute and in a split second he was gripping my arm tighter and tighter like and Indian sun burn. I was calm when my moms employees had to remove him hands from my arm and talk him to the living room to relax.
They explained to me what happened and reassured me I did nothing wrong. He was sun downing. They explained to me what that was. A few years later I let a resident out side in the court yard. About a half hour later not even five minutes after I checked on him, the housekeeper said he was on the ground outside. I ran to get my mom and the staff who were working that day. I was scared but my nursing side kicked in. The ambulance came and got him and I felt like it was my fault because he got a suaver head wound.
The maintenance man came over to clean the blood off the ground in the court yard. He looked at me ans said it was not my fault and I was very brave to see something like that at my age. I went to my moms office and cried for a half hour.
Years later I found my self wanting to work their. I got my CNA and CRMA. I am a CNA on Waterman Unit. It has been almost a year now. I have helped many people have better days and lives with my personality.
My mother is the one who has shown me everything and her employees. If it was not for them I would not be where I am today. I am going to college for my RN certification. Thanks mom for all the support and help.
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