My 6th day was technically yesterday (Thursday). It was uneventful at the most. In the mornings we walk on the floor and finish up with breakfast, and sometimes we have to feed the residents who cannot feed themselves. Most of the time, we will also take vitals on certain residents. Next, we are getting them up and dressed, or at least dressed if they wish to stay in their beds. It’s alot of hard work, and sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming with the amount of duties CNAs are required to do but when I am there, I finally feel my sense of purpose. Yeah, CNAs have the dirty job, and they are probably at the very bottom of the totem pole of healthcare providers but this is a small step I must go through to get where I want to be. This hands on experience is only going to help me for the better.
There are many tasks that CNA’s have to be responsible for, especially cleaning up after bowel movements (BM) or Urinary incontinance...you name it, we will have to clean it. Call me crazy, but I enjoy every aspect of CNA work. Down to the dirtiest job, I feel like this is part of my purpose. I am not here to judge, I am not here to look down upon. I am here to give care, and compassion to the elderly, the sick, the dying, the confused. Who am I to judge what these precious people are going through?Â
There was a meme going around online that listed the top 9 “HOE JOBS,” Cna’s and nurses being #1. This kind of infuriated me. Who are these people to judge what kinds of people CNA’s and Nurses are? They are taking care of your sick grandmother or your sick family member because you don’t have the cajones to step up and do it yourself. It is our job to care and some of us do a damn good job. I just had to bring that up because it was completely ridiculous. I think the author may have tripped on his head and possibly had never worked a hard day in their life.
Sorry, got a little off topic. Day 6. I actually had a great time, I was able to give some pedicures, some massages and I held the hand of a lovely elderly woman who was missing her family. I have to admit, she looked very miserable and she is pretty depressed. She told me that life is just not worth living anymore. That just about broke my heart. What do I say to that? Well, all I could say that I was glad I met her and when I feel down, I try to stay positive which is hard to do sometimes. I told her she had me to talk to whenever she was feeling that way.Â
I gave her a manicure, and I promised I would bring some nail polish so I can paint her nails next time I was in. She asked if I could hold her hand and I did so whole-heartedly. Sadly, I am a student so I have these extra moments to pamper some of these residents. When I thought about being an employee, I was sad at the thought because I know I will have less time with these residents.Â
I also felt sad at the thought of losing that one-on-one contact as I move up the healthcare ladder. I long to be someone that touches lives, and makes someone feel better, I am worried I’ll turn into those busy CNA’s that are just trying to get their tasks done...I understand the work must be done but I hope that I can make time in my day to listen. That is all they want sometimes, is an ear to listen.