Doing My Duty

 

I prepared medication today for one of my clients in the facility that I work at.

For one person, he takes a load of daily medicine to keep his health regulated.

I set up his two-week supply as he directed me to.

I remember when I worked in Rockland County, New York at a facility where another lady and I both took care of thirteen patients by ourselves.

We had to administer their proper medications every night.

It was an important duty.

We also checked on them every hour on the hour.

I have worked in quite a few residential facilities as well as at a few hospitals.

The facility that I currently work at now I worked within years ago and this place has changed completely, they even have an entirely different staff working there.

 

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The Client We All Ditched

 

When dealing with some clients who suffer with certain ailments one either has to have patience or a serious drive to earn their pay that overrides all other unbearable factors.

In life unfortunate things do happen to people. For some are undeserved, and some deserve the predicament they are in as a result of dirt they may have done sometime within life without warrant or without the intent to change.

Of course, this is not the case for everyone as there are many circumstances of life and it is not wise to judge unknowingly especially when one has not walked in another person’s shoes. I am just speaking in particular of those who it may apply to in general.

Some of my clients as well as many others who are disable or dealing with ailments become bitter and take their anger out on those around them. I have dealt with a few of them in the past- one just in the recent past.

All of the other health care workers on his case left him. Some worked with him for just a day to decide they would not return back to his side.

I was one who held out for a while. Yes, he got on my nerves, but the hours were good, the money was good, and the short distance I traveled to his residence was fantastic!

I went to the job to make my “bread and butter” not to care about his attitude.

Finally, I had gotten tired and had enough of him. I left him too! A health care worker working with him called me and asked me did I quit.

I told her that I did not quit the agency but that I left him like all the others did. In return, she told me that she was going on vacation next week and that when she comes back she is not going back to him either!

 

 

 

 

A Matter Of Life And Death

 

In the health care field, I work with multiple clients/patients.

One guy I recently had for about a month and a half.

When I began working for him, I was the very first sent from my agency along with another woman who took on the day shift.

Aside from us two, there were other female health care professionals from another agency back and forth to attend to him.

He needed his catheter inserted at times. So, we were always there to do whatever we were assigned there to do.

One nurse had come to his home to fill in for the regular RN that would come during a routine visit. She happened to insert a catheter one day and made some type of error.

When I came in for the overnight shift there was blood running down the tube into my clients Foley bag.

The room he laid in bed at smelled terribly of excrement. The day health care worker filled me in on what took place earlier (the nurse stopping by and the patient bleeding afterwards) yet did not take heed to the blood, the odor of the room, or the clients appearance.

Maybe she was not experienced enough or did not know what to look out for in certain situations.

To me, it was an instant observation. He did not look good at all. The tint of his skin alerted me that something was wrong along with his lethargy.

I suggested he go to the hospital but he refused. I called late at night to report the incident to my supervisor who is a physician.

The next night I was supposed to go in for work I received a call from my agency that my client was in the hospital.

When he came out a week and a half later, he apologized to me for not going to the hospital when I told him to. He almost died as he had septic shock.