How can anyone work at a rehab or nursing home? I will never know.
Yesterday I waited for the longest time when my CNA was taken away to help someone else. It wasn’t her fault that I had to wait. How many others waited. At least I was rewarded with a shower at the end. Nirvana. Then I exercised impulsively. I spent a lot of my day being “Impulsive”. That tells you something about me, doesn’t it.
I’m not happy waiting. If I have to use the bathroom, I have to. I must wait till someone is with me, they tell me. That’s a hard thing to do if you have just been “doing things” by yourself forever. So I wait with no humor in a wet bed, I wait on the edge of a fresh bed for someone to help me life my leg. I wait and think about patience.
I say nothing but nice things to those who work here, but inside I am impatience.