My Experience At The Nursing Home

“The Palace” is located in the heart of the gables. It is one of the top notch awarded nursing home facilities for seniors stated by many families. Currently being an employee at this facility, I am learning the frightful stories of senior living. Even the Palace one of the most expensive, awarded senior living is actually a terrible place for the elderly. Especially, working at the Front Desk as the receptionist, I have seen firsthand how these poor seniors are forced into these haunted “luxurious” homes. The marble of the building has been often a misleading reason for placing their parent or grandparent in such terrible care. Most humans tend to judge by the appearance of the nursing homes rather than further investigating any violations that the facilities may have. From my own experience with my grandmother, I know it can be very difficult to take care of a senior citizen, especially when they suffer from various conditions and are just not safe in their home. Once adults become seniors, they require a lot of attention and assistance, which is hard when running a whole household and a career. But placing your loved one in one of these facilities can just shorten the amount of time they have to live. Also, it can be very expensive. Lastly, nursing home makes seniors feel the lack of freedom.

The author is narrating the problems he faced seeking healthcare for his wife Karen who was suffering from multiple sclerosis disease. He calls the problems nightmares especially at Nursing home called Anglican River Nursing Home.

As a child, I loved going to work with my mother during my days off from school. She worked at a nursing home, and I was amazed by all of the health care employees I was surrounded by every day. I watched, in admiration, as the nurses gave the elderly their medications, while the nursing assistants made sure they were comfortable and healthy, and while the doctors checked in from time to time to give routine check-ups. As soon as I turned 12 and was old enough to start volunteering at this nursing home, I signed up to do so with excitement pouring out of me. To this very day, I am still active in volunteering at the same nursing home that prompted me to pursue a career in medicine in the first place.

Article 6: Nursing Home Perspectives on the Admission of Morbidly Obese Patients from Hospitals to Nursing Homes. By Felix, H. C., et al. (2014). Journal of Applied Gerontology, 35(3), 286-302

Lee is a man who now lives at the Evergreen Senior Assisted Living Home. He has gone through many things in his life. He has fought in the Vietnam War, driven tanks, and jumped out of airplanes. He enjoys traveling and tell all who listen that he is scared of nothing. Lee is one of the elderly men I met during my job shadow. Job shadowing at Evergreen Senior Living was an amazing experience. This paper will include, what I observed during the job shadow, the future of this career, my impressions from the job, and how to prepare for this career.

Mr. Johnny Boggs (69-year-old Caucasian divorced male) reported living in Louisa at the current residence (381 Greenbriar Rd, Louisa, KY, 41230) for the last 50 years. The number on the mailbox outside the house has a different number. Mr. Boggs’s daughter, Wanda Boggs Ferguson (20-year-old Caucasian female) is married to Charles Ferguson (21-year-old Caucasian male) and they both live in the same house along with their two sons – Charles Ferguson Jr (3 years 10 months old) and Liam Ferguson (13 months old). Randel is the youngest child, 17-year-old Caucasian male, who was placed out of home for drug use, aggression (hitting, pushing, and cursing) towards his father, non-compliance, defiance, running away from the home with whereabouts unknown,

Janice: You did an amazing job in presenting your summary. I thoroughly enjoyed reading key highlights mentioned in your post. You stated that “effective communication between nurses and other health care team members is critical to patient safety; lack or inadequate communication compromises patient safety.” Your statement certainly resonated with me, as this is something I had witnessed firsthand during the care process of my Grandmother. My family once had to make a critical decision of removing my grandmother from the nursing home facility she was currently staying at the time, after my family discovered that the nursing home did not follow specific instructions provided by the surgeon who performed a hip surgery on my grandmother. Indeed,

Melody uses paper mache to make what Ross calls “intricate critters.” So far she’s created a Happy New Year frog, an owl, a bird and a cat. The charming featherweight figures are glazed to look like fired pottery.

The community service that had impacted me the most was my experience volunteering at the DuBois Nursing Home. Though my time was there was limited , I learned a lot and experienced a different side of life I hadn't really been exposed to before. The nursing home taught me to be patient and empathetic. My duties consisted of safely transporting the residents from their rooms to various places throughout the nursing home. I learned their names even though most of them would not remember mine when I would see them later the same day. Many of the residents were pleasant and would talk to me throughout the day however, some of the other residents were not as personable. The disagreeable residents were generally ill-mannered due to their physical

When the time comes and family members are no longer able to provide the care and support an aging parent needs, it is important to consider the best methods of helping a loved one make a smooth transition into a nursing home. This can be a difficult time for many seniors because it means a loss of their ability to make many decisions for themselves. It is also a time where they will be making a major lifestyle transition at a time when they are already vulnerable and likely suffering with health issues. Fortunately, there are some tips on how family and nursing home staff can help make this transition as easy as possible for the elderly.

“Please, can we just stop to eat? We haven’t eaten all day, we can’t take this anymore. Please, just something cheap, we left to go live down here with aunt, and gave up everything, can you just do something for us?” I begged. My mother simply stared at me, but not angrily as I expected. She looked sorry, as if she knew our pain all along and just couldn’t help us. Without saying a word, she made a U turn, and headed back into the center of town. We rolled down main street slowly, scanning the area for some sort of diner, where we could get our breakfast that we never had this morning. My younger sister spotted the place. It was so small, it looked as though it couldn’t have fit more than three tables. The red worn down paint matched the rundown feeling of the whole town. There is a very high population here, but I can’t tell why. It is so small, and so crummy. Anyway, my mother parked the car on the side of the carless road surrounded by the peopleless sidewalks. We walked in through the door

Multiple experiences have better prepared myself for a future career in nursing. Within the last two years, I have volunteered at two large hospitals; job shadowed an intensive care nurse and developed several skills by working as a certified nursing assistant at Northshore Senior Day Center in Bothell, Washington. My experience at Northshore was a beneficial because there was a wide range of patients. Due to the diversity of patient conditions, I realized that each patient was unique and required different care. These experiences have influenced my decision to become a nurse, as well as my ultimate goal to become a nurse practitioner. The opportunity to work with the same patients was rewarding because I witnessed some overcome obstacles associated with their medical issues. Northshore helped me identify a weakness of my own, which was taking situations personally. For instance, while helping a patient go to the bathroom, she demanded to have another nursing assistant. Initially I felt rejected. With time I learned that when patients get upset; it usually is not about me. Hence, I am consciously working on taking things less personally because I will be dealing with distressed patients.

I awoke from mid-slumber, and the grogginess of my eyes could make out one simple specific time: 3:00 AM. The smell of dust resided inside my nose from the restless amount of sleep I’d gotten since the previous night. I rotated my head to the stand at the right of my bed to see a photo of me and my two younger sisters. A morbid chill ran down my spine in the remembrance of the countless nights that my younger sisters Clarice and Tarice, stayed up to tell scary stories in the time that they considered to be “witching hour”. My head was in excruciating pain, for once again I have cried myself to the point of falling asleep. I wouldn’t normally, but in this moment, the day of the anniversary had finally arrived. Today is the month and day of the date October 13th, 1995; the date that marks my sisters’ death. Five years have passed since then.

“Young people need something stable to hang on to- a cultural connection, a sense of their own past, a hope for their own future. Most of all, they need what grandparents can give them.” This quote by Jay Kesler hits the nail on the head. There is so much to learn and to glean from our grandparents. I know not everyone is lucky enough to have grandparents as they either have passed away, or maybe there just isn’t an enjoyable relationship between the grandparents and their grandkids. For those whose grandparents are still alive, I urge them to reach out, visit them and learn about history from their perspective, learn what it was like back in the 20s, 30s and 40s. If you don’t have living grandparents, go visit a nursing home! My mother has worked at nursing homes since I was a little girl and let me tell you, those who don’t have dementia, love talking about their younger years, and about how life was for them when they were kids. My favorite time of the year was summer time, not due to school being out, but for the reason that it was the time I got to spend with just my grandparents, discovering facts about our family, developing home economical skills like gardening, baking and the inevitable chores and of course going on trips.

On February 27, 2011 I was woken up by a bad dream around eight thirty on a chilly Sunday morning. My father was home sheltered away from the sleet and rain and I have no idea where my mother was, she did not work that day, but possibly she was at the store. Everything seemed more dim today, but at least it was my grandma’s and my first sleepover together.This event shaped me into the person I am today because I finally realized that life is not fair and people die, but it does not mean that they are gone. This is about the day my world flipped upside down. The day grandma would really disappear.