20 minutes into my shift this past Thursday my resident was found lying naked on his bedroom floor and unresponsive. He was sent to the hospital and returned later that same day. He seems to be himself again but we’re still monitoring him. It’s especially difficult as he is HIS OWN POA (power of attorney) so trying to convince him otherwise is like pulling teeth. With no give.

For some reason, some residents do not like to keep their incontinence products on. That was the polite way of saying diaper. In a way I can understand. What adult wants to wear this & admit to themselves that they can no longer control their out out? The answer you’re looking for is  NO ONE. However, this resident I speak of has dementia to some degree so when he takes them off – almost constantly – he does so because he insists that I – or another PSW – told him to. That or Jesus. Jesus shows up at a lot of convenient times. Do I have time to constantly keep an eye out for one resident to make sure they aren’t urinating in the dining room? No. Do I make the time? Yes.

She wanted to know how to catch the bus to go to Montreal to see her mother. The fact that all of this is taking place in Toronto is irrelevant, to her, we are in QB. I told her the buses weren’t running today. 10 minutes later I told her the elevators were broken. 10 minutes later someone else told her her mother was dead. This didn’t have much of the effect that we thought it would. 10 minutes later she still wanted to call her mother. The phones were broken.

When someone asks me why they are still alive, the only reason I can think of is that it simply isn’t their time yet. I don’t know why you are still here. There is a divine plan – as I like to believe – and when it is time, you will go. The elderly person’s relationship to death fascinates me. I guess it’s because at a mere 28 years old, the concept is slightly foreign to me, not mention terrifying. But you’e no close friends left and you’re days are spent on constant bed rest, what exactly is it you’re living for? I believe there is always a reason, even if we don’t realize it right away.

There were 2 dozen pigeons by my resident’s foot the other day. I didn’t see any, and the mentioned resident is blind. But to her, in her mind, they were there and they were terrifying. So I did what any other PSW would do: I got her out of the way of danger and promised her that those birds would be gone by the time she returned to her room after lunch. This comforted her, until, ofcourse, she saw a big dog in the lunch room.

I am happy to be home on a Saturday night, telling you all this from the comfort of my couch while wearing pajamas. This is a normal day at work for a PSW. Everyone’s “normalcy” is different.

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