Legit about to go beat up some of these bitchass nurses who say nasty shit about their residents
Like, yeah, Linda has dementia but calling her crazy or nuts is too fucking far

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Legit about to go beat up some of these bitchass nurses who say nasty shit about their residents
Like, yeah, Linda has dementia but calling her crazy or nuts is too fucking far
lifting her wasnt difficult because of the weight, i could drop squat reps in the most hungover state with twice the weight, but no one tells you how to hold a disabled person. i have thighs like logs and enough back pain to remember to always lift with the legs. and a reminder that most working class americans become physically disabled before retirement. but she isn’t a bag of rice, that could be slung over the shoulder or a child full of energy, requesting the uppies. these things lean into my hold, the readjustments within my control, i can be slow and careful but also wild and strong. i take a lot of pride in what little strength i have. i like the feeling of physical resistance, swimming against the current like a horny salmon.
the difficulty was the stiffness. all her joints are stiff and her muscles are tense. she doesn’t trust me. i dont trust me. and the countdowns help the both of us focus but neither of us can really prepare what happens during the lift and dismount. its putting out little fires all over again. and when i fail i dont feel the pain. she told me her legs left buzzy all day. and i dreamt of her that night.
they say a dead body is easier to swim out of a pool than a struggling one. or a drowned body is easier to recover. or a floater can be saved easier than a sinker. i think i lack empathy or sympathy or both. im not sure the inclusion of these descriptors will help you understand. capitalism without morality tells us the easiest and most profitable is holy. doing hard and cheap work is what i love. sinners and saints. redemption found in labour, laxness is sin.
Nursing Home 101
Since a couple of us Rude Maidens work/worked at a nursing home. I thought it might be interesting and insightful to share what we have learned and experienced while working there. So every couple of days one of us will post something. :)
~Pusan the Amazonian
Fact #1
To make this work, you have to have staff that want to be there. Other wise it is gonna be a shitty day. But you will prevail. By doing what you can do and just how your coworkers will do the same. I have gone into work several times where I have been the only one who showed up to work. Most of the time the ones who do come into work don't wanna be there. And at a nursing home you have to wanna be there for your residents. Then some days the different departments have no communication, so when you run out of something you gotta wing it.
Team work is what makes things productive.
TEAM WORK
Let me tell you how heartbreaking it is working as an aide in a retirement home. You get so attached to your residents even though you try not too, that when they pass it hits you like a fucking brick. It also double sucks when you work all the floors and you have your "favorites" on the floors and you haven't been on that floor in a while and you hear from someone that "615 has passed away..." And you're just like "well, fuck..." because you haven't seen them before they went. It's just hits you like a brick. Sometimes you're okay but others you're not. Being an aide is a reward but also it is not and that's hard to come to terms with.
Work
I had to hold this one kid's hand as I walked him to his bus after school. He wanted me to go with him on the bus lol 🙇 Take it easy Gavin.
Don't mine me just bitching/ranting/venting, keep scrolling
There's only 9 total employees that work third. I've been here the second longest, so Ive learnt to just love all my coworkers and were all really close except the two newest bitches. One of them happens to be my nurse that I get the joy of assisting and I learn tonite that she decided to discuss writing me up or not to another nurse (who just so happens to be one of my close friend) and I really can't figure out if she's that dumb or just can't say shit to my face. Anyways! She tells Ali that I always look like I just rolled out of bed and all my uniforms are too big so I look unprofessional. BITCH, you mini van driving, high waisted pants, scruchy in your orange hair, jail-made butterfly tattoos on your god damn forearm bitch.. I go to school full time, Im constantly searching new employment or doing homework and I never fucking sleep, so good job! I do look like shit when I get here usually but it's 3rd shift. My long term patients don't give a fuck what I look like, they're just happy it's me working and not some newbie that doesn't know shit. The new patients are either passed out or in too much pain to give a rats ass what I look like. Why are they in so much pain? Cause you're a sloppy, unorganized worker that clearly cares too much about others so they never get their medication on time. I've lost 100 god damn pounds this year, and I'm broke as fuck- hence why my tops look like dresses and my pants are always sagging. If it really bothers you then go ahead and buy me some new scrubs. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you. Do you're job! you should have been happy to have such an awesome CNA to work with you, not care what I look like, come Monday when you're skanky ass gets back I refuse to work with you. The scheduler is either going to put you on a hall that you don't know or have another aide that doesn't know shit about our hall to work with you. I'm done playing nice with you. Fuck youuuu. I know I'm making a big deal out of practically nothing but I rarely hear about people talking shit of me & when I do, I just can't shake it off. I'm way too sensitive plus I work hard and do so many extra things for my nurse to just let her talk behind my back. I miss my old nurse so much.
...you think having spent three weeks staying at the lone five star hotel in a poor country and taking walkabout tours is the same thing as “doing aide work”.