My first job was in a nursing home. I lasted three weeks.
First let me say, the place was horrible and the state shut it down a week after I left, so my experiences tend to the dramatic.
I’ve worked Medical IT for a long time and I have to say, even in IT, patient care is a priority.
I’ve told a president of the company they can go fuck themselves because a patient needed assistance. Thankfully, they saw my point (this was not the nursing home)
All that said, this nursing home was awful. I washed dishes. That was it. I didn’t have to bus trays, or any of it, it all got dumped on my sink and I washed it. I got paid minimum wage, and had difficulty with things like taking a state mandated lunch break. Yeah.
I got dishes back from both the lunch room and the guest rooms.
The stuff that came back from guest rooms haunted me.
We’re talking about a person who has lost the plot, so to speak, and is not sensible; stuffing mashed potatoes and napkins into a cup and it festered. I don’t mean like, it was room temperature and gross - thats whatever. The shit that came from their rooms was a biohazard.
Medical work is gross, and grueling, but at the end of the day, maybe you helped someone. I wasn’t clinical, but I spent enough time in patient rooms fixing stuff to get to know a few.
I didn’t cure their condition, but when a child wakes up screaming in a hospital bed, sometimes its just an IT guy who is there to calm them down, let them know their situation (as best you can, I don’t have their medical info) so they stop freaking and pulling out IVs and sensors and shit.
My first job was in a nursing home. I lasted three weeks.
First let me say, the place was horrible and the state shut it down a week after I left, so my experiences tend to the dramatic.
I’ve worked Medical IT for a long time and I have to say, even in IT, patient care is a priority.
I’ve told a president of the company they can go fuck themselves because a patient needed assistance. Thankfully, they saw my point (this was not the nursing home)
All that said, this nursing home was awful. I washed dishes. That was it. I didn’t have to bus trays, or any of it, it all got dumped on my sink and I washed it. I got paid minimum wage, and had difficulty with things like taking a state mandated lunch break. Yeah.
I got dishes back from both the lunch room and the guest rooms.
The stuff that came back from guest rooms haunted me.
We’re talking about a person who has lost the plot, so to speak, and is not sensible; stuffing mashed potatoes and napkins into a cup and it festered. I don’t mean like, it was room temperature and gross - thats whatever. The shit that came from their rooms was a biohazard.
Medical work is gross, and grueling, but at the end of the day, maybe you helped someone. I wasn’t clinical, but I spent enough time in patient rooms fixing stuff to get to know a few.
I didn’t cure their condition, but when a child wakes up screaming in a hospital bed, sometimes its just an IT guy who is there to calm them down, let them know their situation (as best you can, I don’t have their medical info) so they stop freaking and pulling out IVs and sensors and shit.