Life in the MCU

I'm still here. Worked yesterday. Posted this on Facebook last night...

"Supper was interesting. One sweet woman, concerned about my hysterectomy, gave me instructions and the name of some doctors. I had to assure her later that I was okay and not bleeding. And then another observant lass noticed that I did not have gray hair. 
They're taking good care of me here..."

My sister is concerned that rumors will be started by those who don't understand my post. 

"What do I say when people ask me how your hysterectomy went? Or maybe you are hoping for meals delivered to your house. Cagey!"

There are reasons I like working in the Memory Care Unit, I only wish I could do more than sit mostly silently with my friend. Last night was a little on the crazy side. There are several new residents who are mobile but in need of assistance. They are constantly getting up when they are supposed to be sitting, and are therefore a fall hazard.

Upon bringing V, who had to "poop," out of G's room, I was witness to a runaway wheelchair and the fall of its occupant. Since she scoots herself around, the wheels on G2's chair were not locked. She reached for a washcloth she'd dropped and promptly plopped onto the floor directly behind the attending aide's back. She was unhurt but it did cause a bit of a stir. I decided to "help" the only way possible by being an extra set of watching eyes.

It was almost time for me to leave when my retired nurse friend/resident caught sight of me again. I'm not sure how or or why I turned into her patient, but she was once again concerned by my hysterectomy recovery and insisted on checking to see if I was okay. I assured her (the best I could) that I was "feeling better" and thanked her for her concern.

In the meantime my friend G was laughing at the aide telling V she needed to "sit down and relax."
"How can you tell a little kid it's time to relax?" she asked me, her voice full of amusement. Ah, yes. It was an interesting evening. I almost felt bad going home at 7:30pm. 

And since photos from the nursing home are frowned upon, I give you The Naughties sleeping on the back porch during Monday morning's rain. 

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