August 25th, I got a call from an old lady down by Grillton St., a body has been found. This elderly lady lived by herself in a two-story house, she was entirely immobile and bound to her wheelchair. She used to need her husband to help around the house but since his mysterious death she required a carer who would visit her daily to help her with everyday tasks like cooking and cleaning. The two floors of the house were only connected by a staircase. When the old lady needed to move between the two, the carer would have to carry her frail body like a baby, up and down the stairs. For years the local retirement centre has been trying to convince the poor lady to move out, but she always said that her late husband would want her to be there. To be with him. …show more content…
It made sense for me to go as I was familiar with the lady in question, I was the one who worked on her husband case all those years ago. I arrived to see the carer’s body splayed out on the first level of the house, strangled. The old lady looked down at me from atop the staircase still sat in her wheelchair, she was silent but her face hung low in shock. I of course, could immediately rule her out as a suspect, due to her inability to move up and down the stairs, and because she was trapped up there the time the murder took place. The death of the carer looked similar but unrelated to her husband death, for he was found downstairs lying face first on the living room floor, he was
On this 9/3/15 worker visited the residence of Mr. Alvin Higgins, for the purpose of making first victim contact. Mr. Greg Nunn, RN with New Beacon Hospice greeted worker outside of the residence. Mr. Nunn stated he called the residence about 3 1/2 hours before arriving and Ms. Betty Griffith was not home. However, her daughter Gina Craven and her boyfriend, Kenneth Woods was at the home. When he arrived, the door was unlocked and Mr. Higgins was lying in his bed located in the living room. After being there for several minutes, Mr. Woods came into the living room and asked if he needed anything. Mr. Nunn told him no and Mr. Woods walked toward the back of the house. Medically Mr. Higgins diagnoses are late stage Alzheimer's. He is bedbound, hard of hearing, and unable to communicate.
On 1/16/17 at 0225 hours my partner, Officer Thebeau #8402, and I were working patrol assigned to unit 3A11. We responded to a radio call of “shots fired” in the area of 814 N. Garfield Ave. The comments of the call stated, a 19 year old female was shot in the hand.
My Chosen client is a seventy seven year old man named Daniel Henderson who lives in a West London care home called St. Vincent’s’ House Care Home. He is married to a woman called Sarah Henderson who is seventy two years old,
When you envision a place called Twin City you may think about it being a big place, I
A few months after Shayla was born my family decided to move to Canal Winchester. This was a big deal because moving means a new school. The next school year Desiree, James, and I were going to Tussing Elementary. We went there for a year and while I was there I was able to make dean’s list. The following year we were moved to Pickerington Elementary due to Tussing being overcrowded. After 4th grade I went to Diley Middle School, and while I was there I was able to have a spectacular time at Outdoor Edu. Before the school year was up my family moved to Reynoldsburg. When the school year was about to start I learned that I was going to be going to Lakeview Junior high instead of Ridgeview. The transition was much harder for me this time than
The first steps I took outside of my comfort zone were on the same city grounds where Rutgers lies. Not far from New Brunswick’s busy main roads, there is a quaint little store called the George Street Co-op. It is a non-profit health foods store and cafe that is run by its members and student volunteers. Their Sweat Equity program for students is what called my attention first while searching for places to volunteer; the more I researched the co-op, the more it drew me in. I fell in love with the store as soon as I walked in; there was a poem painted on the stairs leading to the cafe and a large chalkboard displaying a well-known quote by Hippocrates saying, “Let thy food be thy medicine…”. Flyers urging people to “Ban Fracking Now!” and to look for the “Non-GMO Project” label covered the message board. I knew that this was the place where I could find people with the same interests and values as me.
Green, black and white, the colors we represented from kindergarten on. The pride we had for Southlake Carroll was indescribable. Our Friday nights consisted of the lights of the stadium and families who eat, sleep and breathe “The Tradition”. We were raised to become the Dragons or in my case the endless hours of training to become an Emerald Belle wasn’t an option, it was a lifestyle. Although Southlake is known for great academics the favoritism was very noticeable. I was spoiled with the leniency of the teachers who felt sympathy for my fourteen hour days. I got free passes and green lights, not gonna lie, it was pretty great. When I got hurt and my training to become the highly idolized Emerald Belle came to an end, so did the free passes.
Sarah Green has gone through some tragic moments in her life such as losing her son in a car crash and having her husband pass away six years ago. Now she is alone within her family and is in no need to see herself resting in misery. She has a resting case of arthritis and osteoporosis which makes it difficult for her to get around. Recently, she was walking, albeit very slowly, to the shopping center and because of her condition she took a short-cut and was intercepted by two men who took her purse after shoving her to the ground. Upon the diagnosis after being found by a neighbor and sent to the hospital, she had shown to have a broken hip and needed surgery to have it repaired. Soon after, she was sent to a Nursing Home because there was no one to take care of her and her condition began to slowly decline.
It is the writer’s job to try and establish trust and seek the truth. This case also taught the writer more about what the elderly community and their families suffer through, it is a struggle and it is heartbreaking it taught the writer that this process won’t be easy but it can positively change the lives of all parties involved if done
Sandra is sixty years old, she was diagnosed with dementia three years ago, however last year she suffered a massive stroke which affected her right side leaving her unable to use her right arm and leg which has left her having to use a wheelchair, Sandra is also suffering from depression which she takes antidepressants for. Sandra lives at home with her husband Michael who is sixty-five years old, they also have two children called Louise and Laura. Louise lives in Australia and worries about her mother not receiving the help she needs, she thinks that her mother should go into a care home, Laura lives close and
Last year 23 September 2012. I had a resident called “Mrs X” she was a 72year-old widowed living at ---, a Nursing Care Home. She’s not a religious type of person as she was Atheist. She has lived in the home for the past two years, and during that time I was assigned as her key worker. Mrs X had One Son and 3 grand daughters they are all regular visitors to the home. She has recently been diagnosed with renal failure, and her life expectancy is only a couple of months without dialysis. In the past Mrs X has made it clear that when her “time comes” she wants to be able to stay at Belmont House, and “go quietly”. She has stated that she does not want any treatment that will prolong her life. This means
Mrs Adams lives with her husband who is 95 years old. This suggests that perhaps Mrs. Adams has to look after her husband by helping him with his daily routine. Mrs. Adams herself is an elderly person, who just had her hip replacement and has conditions, osteoporosis and osteoarthritis. Therefore nursing intervention would be home care.
For some people they get a nostalgic feeling from a certain place or song with a memory and for me it's no different. Highway 99 and Paige Ave is what does it for me sometimes I drive by, and it all comes back. All of a sudden I can't help but smile, it takes me back to when days were much more simple. I and my dad in our old truck pulling into the motocross track and finding our friends, I jump out super excited as usual to race and see my buddy's. The smell of race gas floats threw the air and tickles your nose hair, as I put on my green and black gear and watch my dad get my dirt bike ready. Heading up to the starting gate, giant smile on my face just couldn’t wait to race. On the starting gate all of the bikes rumbling my eardrums and adrenaline flows threw my body.
I ambitiously decided that I would brighten the lives of the elderly by volunteering at a rest home, but discovered that the elderly were being neglected, shoved aside and forgotten. As I stepped into the home a pungent odor penetrated my nostrils, causing an instantaneous gagging reflex. The place was abounded with neglected and subdued inhabitants, yearning for attention. Anybody that passed them caused a sudden outburst of ranting. The negligence and disregard the home displayed appalled me, but helped me to realize that I wanted to make a difference and change the condition people live in.
As aforementioned biologically, visual impairment is apparent. Her cognitive capacity is functioning as she is able to understand and think, however, psychologically, her mood has been affected as she voiced feeling incompetent, helpless, dependent, and inferior. Signs of depression should be monitored. Sociologically, the client appears to be intact as she received assistance while in the kitchen cooking, and was escorted to the store, however, her support system and network will need further investigating. According to Ganong, et al., (2013), in the event the client lives alone, working together with family is essential to avoid and evaluate safety concerns to prevent problems, and to aid in the desire of maintaining independence. It is estimated 11.3 million older adults age 65 years or older live alone in the United States. To remain home, support networks including family, friends, and neighbors are essential. Her home environmental factors consisted of having a split level, dictating possible risk of having to climb the stairs; it is understood the client’s bedroom is located upstairs as well. The client shared she almost lost her grip while walking down the