Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Big Test

We have come to the end of our class, but we are nowhere near the end of the learning. I passed the test!!! Orientation starts tomorrow with barely moment to rest. (At least I don't have to get up quite as early. Maybe I'll sleep until six!)

The test was nerve wracking, mostly because of the waiting. I was almost certain I would have to take a radial pulse, something I've tried over and over again, usually losing count or losing track of the pulse altogether halfway through. Yup, I was right, and by the time I finished that task my nerves were shot and I still had to wash Alyson's foot. (I'm thinking God did a little finagling for me somewhere along the way. Phew!)

 I found myself especially tired this afternoon. Probably all that thumping my heart did when I had to start taking that pulse over again for the umpteenth time. Admitting you've lost it for the fifth or sixth time is rather humiliating. I felt exceedingly foolish, but I had a little encouragement on my way out the door when one of the established CNA's told me the tester said it looked like we all did good. I checked online to make sure this afternoon.

You can pray that God provides the strength and stamina I need to do this job. My feet get tired quickly and I'm a "little bit" out of shape, however, I do have a heart for the residents and want to make a positive difference in their lives. I've already fallen in love with several.

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  1. Hooray!
    As if there was any doubt....
    You will be a great asset....to whomever you help....
    Good for you Martha....
    Yay!
    Cheers!
    Linda :o)

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    1. Love the photos of your mom solving the puzzle.....oh....wouldn't she be proud!

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    2. She would be so happy, Linda. Years ago she tried so hard to encourage us toward ministering to nursing home residents. I think of her every time I lean over and give someone a hug, and I'm sure if heaven has windows to look upon the earth, she is smiling.
      :0)

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    3. I like to think that every so often, our parents can "visit" us.....to see how we are making out....I often feel my Fathers presence....
      Gosh....I have never said that out loud before....
      What an effect you have on me.....

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  2. Yay! :) I knew you would!

    You'll need some good supportive sneakers for that job!

    Of course your parents are looking down! Who do you think that "great cloud of witnesses" is! :)

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    1. My feet are my first concern. I'm going to need them for a good many more years. Well, at least a good many if I hope to hang around for a while.

      Love the verse about the "cloud of witnesses."
      :0)

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  3. I know Mom and Dad would be proud of you. I am! You are going to be an awesome care giver! <3

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    1. I'm going to have to learn how to love on the run because it promises to be a busy job.
      :0)

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  4. Congratulations!!!! I love that you have already fallen in love with several residents:) You will make a huge difference in so many lives, and I am happy for you, and yay for passing!

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    1. It's almost impossible not to fall in love with some of them, and then there are those who desperately need someone to love them even if they are cross and cantankerous. That will be a challenge. ha ha!
      :0)

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  5. Good for you Martha :-) Yes....I too believe you will be a great asset to the care centre. I love talking to the seniors we visit........they really respond to a kind word or hug or even just a hand on their cheek and a smile.

    Marilyn from Canada

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    1. Thank you, Marilyn. I'm looking forward to the day when I get all the "extra" information sorted out and feel comfortable just doing the job. It can be a tad overwhelming if I let my mind run away with crazy thoughts.
      Lots of smiles, warm touches, and hugs. I plan on giving those kind of gifts because they're allowed.
      :0)

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