We've had an influx of residents recently. One of them calls out for their family and cries at the drop of a hat. And they won't always take the dozen pills or so that they've been prescribed three times a day, plus PRN's. It doesn't matter to them that the pills might make them feel calmer and more comfortable, they just say no as a matter of course.
This resident is at the end of my med pass on that hall. During my entire pass, I could hear them "Joe... Donna...Joe...Joe...Donna." I'm surprised that they're not hoarse by the end of the day. My brain was grated raw by the time I got to their room. I went looking for my charge nurse so I could add some Tylenol to their bedtime cocktail. When I couldn't find the charge, I went outside and took a break. It's one thing to get frustrated with my coworkers. It's another thing to get frustrated with my residents.
When I went back in and found my charge nurse and got permission for the Tylenol, I felt calmer and my resident took their meds with almost no argument. I guarantee it wouldn't have gone so smoothly if I'd have gone in with raw nerves standing out all over. I'm glad I put myself in time out first.
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I'm starting my CNA training classes tomorrow and was just doing some research on the job. Just wanted to let you know that I found your blog to be very helpful. I'm very excited about hopefully being a CNA soon and your blog has helped reassure me that this is the perfect job for me. Thank you for sharing your experiences and for all the work that you do! The world definitely needs more angels like you in it! : )
Well, thank you, Ms. Tanya.
Three pieces of advice:
Protect your back.
Protect your back.
Protect your back.
If you get hurt, you won't be able to help anyone. Take care of yourself so you can take care of your residents.
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