Personal Narrative: A Day At The Nursing Home

I felt a sense of comfort when I sat there in silence with Lexie. All I needed was my big sister to keep me sane.

Weeks later, sorrow spread throughout all branches of the family. Grandmama passed on and the family gathered once again for the funeral. Several relatives flew in from Mexico and those from northern California returned. The funeral was filled with tears, but there was also joy at seeing relatives whom my mother, aunts, and grandmothers had not seen in many years. Although the reason for assembly was heartbreaking, my family, young and old, came together to celebrate the life of

I was recently fortunate enough to speak with Carri Montgomery, who lists her title as the Director of the Women’s and Newborn Center for Platte Valley SCL Health. Platte valley use to be community owed and they recently joined Sister’s of Charity which includes; Good Samaritan, Lutheran, and Saint Joseph Hospital. The purpose of this interview was to interview someone where I could see myself working in what they are doing later in my career. With this interview I hoped to learn what it took for Ms. Montgomery to be in the position she is today. Also, get advice from her to see what where the things she recommended I could do when I graduate from Metropolitan State University (MSU) in 2019. It was beneficial to interview her

I interviewed Beverly Stark. She works for Health Partners Hospice and Palliative Care as a hospice registered nurse (RN). The setting of her work varies. It is wherever her patient lives, which can range from a hospital, long term care, or in the patient’s home. She emphasized the importance of her team. She works with nurses, social workers, home health aids, chaplains, doctors, and hospice volunteers on a daily basis. She is part of what they call a core group. Each core group is made up of two RNs, one social worker, and a home health aid (HHA). The core group meets once a week to talk and update each other on their caseload. Additionally, they meet with the chaplain and a doctor weekly (B. Stark, personal communication, Sept 9, 2016).

My nursing journey began after my aunt was diagnosed with uterine cancer in 2001. Within months the cancer had metastasized throughout her body. I felt helpless as I watched her health begin to decline. Before she became ill, she had pursued a career as a school teacher. At her funeral, I listened to stories from former students about how she impacted their lives. At that time I realized that I also wanted to pursue a career involved with helping individuals. I decided nursing was the best route because it was something that interested me and it would positively impact the lives of others. My family played a major role in the successful completion of my diploma in nursing. Their love and support allowed me to pursue my studies with

Cassandra, I found the Nursing Home Compare link to be informative, and I wish I had been aware of this website when we had to place my mother in a nursing home. I compared the three nursing homes I have worked at, or my mother was a resident of and the results were surprising to me.

On the contrary, I understand those who can't afford to take care of their parents or kin because they don't have the means or the space to incorporate caring for another person, but all the same, if the table was turned, they would want someone to care for them personally and not a stranger. Looking around the assisted living home, I noticed everyone smoked, wore socks and went to sleep less than five minutes of sitting down. As I waved goodbye and took some photos, I felt sorry for all the people I left behind, who yearned for loved ones to come visit them and take them away, back to their “rightful” homes. But being that I was just a young, intern-news-writer, who hasn't made it to National Geographic yet, it wasn't much I could do except

In short, I enjoyed the experience of interviewing an elderly person. Conversing with elderly adults is something I am fond of. Choosing a person for the interview was not a difficult task because I have a close relationship with my neighbor Virginia. On Monday afternoon I called her house phone and explained in detail that I would be interviewing an elderly person and would she like to participate. I selected Virginia because of her age and I believe she is the wisest in my neighborhood. The information and tips provided from Virginia are very useful and insightful.

Today was funeral day. My mom’s funeral. It was a dark October thursday, the clouds were brewing a storm. A slight breeze disturbed my neck. My uncomfortable suit sleeves bellowed in the cold breeze.. I hadn’t felt any emotions since the day of her death, which was weeks ago, almost as if my emotion is grey. It was warm then, as my mind was too. Nowadays, up until today, my mind has been a dark fog, as if my mind was released into the sky, darkening everyone’s day, arriving at my mom’s funeral or just to cuddle up with their friends and family in front of a warm crackling fire, telling the stories of their childhood and how times were better. Not me, my dad usually ignored me and he only worked on managing my mom’s fortune. Yeah. My mom’s

The first resident I decided to pay close attention to was Henry Dreher. Henry relied greatly on his aides. He barley spoke and recognized his daughter, he kept his head down and hands crossed. His daughter had informed us that he has been in the nursing home for about ten years. He was very quiet and kept himself isolated even when around many people. Henry suffered from seizures and unfortunate was not able to be cared for by his wife. Henry was described as very lively when his daughter was a child, he was a man of the church and loved gospel music. Finally, when introduced the music, he began to light up, his eyes widened, began to sing, hum, and rock to the music. He then began to remember his past and had the ability to tell stories and share memories. I chose to focus on Henry because he reminded me of a resident I work with. Currently, I work closely with a man named John, was in fact a father. He loves gospel music and lights up

It was difficult to see her in this way. I saw how small she had gotten, swallowed by the stark, white sheets. Even as I struggled with the sight of what was visible about my Grandma, I could sense she was at peace. Cautiously, I approached her bed and she looked up at me with a smile on her face. Grandma squeezed my hand and thanked me. A week later, I attended her funeral. Throughout the funeral process, I did not cry. I was handling death in a way I understood and could handle. A week later, everything finally sunk in and I sobbed with grief. I tried my best to adjust to school again as I battled with my own

My current role in nursing includes caring for long term vented patients, for chronically critically ill or post-ICU patients. Currently, I work as an ICU RN at Select Specialty Hospital in collaboration with other team members, which includes respiratory therapists, certified nursing assistants, Nurse Practioners, and physicians. At select we ensure the highest level of care for this patient population. Specific responsibilities of my daily nursing care include, but are not limited to; patient admissions, discharges, and transfers from telemetry to our ICU unit, reviewing and carrying out physician orders, maintaining and titrating critical medications, and overall maintaining hemodynamic stability.

good five minutes before a small smile appeared on my lips. I stuck my hand into my pockets as i walked back to the institute and hummed to myself a little on the way.

Sometimes becoming elderly does not mean losing everything, and not being able to walk and do things. It can mean you grow frail yes, however it does means growing wise, smart and being able to cherish your life, looking back on the things that you once loved so dearly. I chose to write this paper on my Lee Manor resident Jean. She is a very smart lady that has many different aspects to her. She is slowly deteriorating, but has never once turned rude. She wanders a lot, and is on a variety of different medications, but that has not stopped her from anything. This paper will talk about the different ways that we can try to help her, and will show the reader a little bit about her life.

It was the end of the weekend. Her dad had been drinking a lot, so she decided to leave for the night with her friends. When she came back on Monday at dawn, he was sitting on her bed waiting for her daughter to enter the room and gave her a lesson that she would never forget. The next day she decided without telling anyone but her mother to leave the house and never come back, not until my grandfather would still be a part of this world. Weeks later, she