Dear diary,
Two nights ago, Mom was processed by a nurse with a name tag that said something about EQUALITY in rainbow color. Yesterday, Mom got a nurse that was a male with maroon lipstick. The hospital has been infiltrated with equality.
Anyway, I’ve been ordering online and picking up my stuff at the lockers. So Mom is stronger today but her eating is limited, not severe, but enough so that she weighs less that me! That makes me a fat kid in the family with Dad being lighter than me.
Yeah, so today is hot outdoors as I drove in Dad’s Benz to pickup my stuff. I would prefer to stay inside this hospital room because of its excellent air conditioning system. To hell with that SNF! Though Mom has a private room, the damn place is too warm and stuffy!
I told an infectious disease physician about the oven and it’s too bad no one can do anything about the environmental conditions of that damn place. Yeah, so that’s life.
So today and without and with Dad’s help, respectively, I threw away Mom’s two diapers of poop! That’s correct! I’m learning tips from the CNA on how to turn Mom one way and then the other way and as many ways to pull the diaper, wipe her bum, replace the waterproof liner, and repositioning the patient with drop sheet.
CareTeam Kumba showed me to fully open the drop sheet instead of just one-half under the bum area. This fully-opened drop sheet is useful under the head of the patient, especially Mom who’s PAIN in the neck is perfectly supported for lifting up and for adjusting the pillow BELOW her rounded shoulders.
I’m getting good as I’m learning how to be freaking patient with the frustrated patient. But I’m far from being a certified or licensed worker because of my potty mouth, frown smile, and bad attitude.
My blood line prefers to be served and NOT to serve through blood, sweat, and tears. We prefer to be the boss and are bossy, too. We are authoritative and when we can’t get what we want be are mean and nasty. We also fight back if scorned. We don’t give a damn and our programming chip for being ‘nice’, compassionate and kind does NOT compute!
With that said, I’ll have to keep my mouth shut because the elderly folks talk their own ‘language’ while us kids would rather play and NOT go anywhere with the sick and dying. I hope for the best to those who have to lift a finger for these unwanted bio-units.
Until my next rant, live long and prosper.
FB
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