Wednesday, February 01, 2006
My first day in burnt orange scrubs
Monday was my first day of "caring" for a elderly resident of an assisted living facility. I put caring in quotes because I did nothing for her, just asked questions and took notes. She was very sweet and patient with me. We got a lot of talking done; a couple other students have residents with moderate dementia and it was a bit more of a challenge.
My resident has decided to adopt me. I thought I would blush when she announced this to a couple of other women residents in the dining room. My capillaries really got a workout though when one of the other women complimented me on my eyes, then my chest hair, then began batting her eyes at me and swishing her hips. She's 76. So basically I'm having better luck with the golden girls than the gay guys. Depressingly hilarious.
Putting all my resident's information into the required client database took me 10 hours. The fact that 10 hours was about average for my class did not raise my spirits much. Hopefully I'll get faster with more practice because we have to do one almost every week for the next two years. Urk.
I'll see the same resident next Monday except this time I'll know how to check her vital signs with a blood pressure cuff and stethoscope. Here's what mine looks like: