Yeah, so life hated me. Don't worry, the feeling was mutual. Having a wet butt was apparently not as significant of an issue as a slap. "You do not slap guests!" Lola snapped. "He made me wet!" I said defensively, not caring how awful it sounded. After Aryan sprayed me with water, I had no other choice than release my anger. By slapping him, of course. The unfortunate aspect was Lola catching me at the moment. No one really got a chance to react except for the murderous glare Aryan threw at me before getting rushed out of the building by Lola. Aryan, Arnav, and Krishna were escorted to the small house across the street where they were staying. Since the roads were narrow, the distance between their small lodge and the nursing home was …show more content…
"I didn't," I said. "But you slapped him, Chahna. Now, you're in charge of getting this entire place cleaned up. If you fail, I won't let you to see Mr. Chawla before you go tonight." Lola's firm look told me she wasn't kidding. How could she deprive me of meeting my own family?! Well, not my own but close enough. Lola left to prepare dinner while me and Rohini exchanged remorseful expressions. We didn't think this through. I looked super weird with a towel wrapped around my lower body as if I was hiding a period accident not a water gun one. I wonder which one is worse. Having no time to ponder over that, we began the clean up. Exhausted from the exercise, the oldies didn't care enough to help out. My friend and I tidied the floors while playing antakshari (singing game). Popping all the windows open, I allowed cool ventilation inside the small building. "The guys were good-looking," Rohini said randomly. "Until you you saw their character," I said dryly. I bent down and looked under the sofa for the traces of popped balloons. Finding some yellow ones, I plopped them in our bucket. Rohini was moping the wooden floor. "Maybe you're judging too quickly," she …show more content…
"It's obvious how they're . . . typical, obnoxious guys. Wimps, specifically. We're supposed to take care of the oldies. They didn't care. They failed initiation. Aaya bada Captain Aryan (he thinks he's all. Calling himself Captain Aryan)." Rohini chuckled. "He was something," she agreed. "Let's see what his true nature is in the next few weeks." I wasn't really looking forward to that. Nevertheless, we resumed our game, singing continuously in our not-at-all melodious voices. Almost towards the end of our cleaning, Lola entered and seemed impressed, once her checking was completed. "Good job, girls. Now, was that too hard?" Yes, it was. "Go clean yourselves for dinner." Lola smiled. Though Lola wasn't always strict on us, whenever guests were involved, she morphed into this evil-witch type warden. We gave her a thumbs up and flexed our sore muscles. The dinner was a silent event because I spent hardly two minutes hogging up the food. The "guests" were supposed to be coming over. I dropped by Mr. Chawla's room before heading out. Because he was fast asleep, I didn't disturb him and rushed out of the old-age home. In my haste, I didn't realize people were also entering while I was leaving. I kind of got squished in the doorway with another
“I want to throw things at them. I want to scream: Why weren’t you here last night? Why didn’t you save my family?”(221)
"After you eat, go on a take a shower we are going to be out for the whole day. I got oodles of plans for today! I'm gonna go and pack some things!"
The purpose of this clinical journal entry is to elaborate on the details of lab day three. On lab day three, we had check-off for blood pressure and apical pulse. In addition, we took a safety test, and learned about mobility, immobility, how to use ambulatory devices, and reposition (C#4, C#6).
“Another tiny? That’s the 3rd one this week,” she laughed, “you’d think they would stop coming in here after what happened to the last guys.”
First Things First, grab the saw his antibiotics are wearing off. “We have to saw off your right leg, Mr. Daws I’m very sorry for your loss.” He replied, “It’s a whole lot better than dying that's for sure I’ll just have to adjust.” This was the usual part of the job so it really didn’t affect me at the time, but it surely would come back to haunt me in the end.
"That's good" He nodded averting his eyes away from the review mirror. Melody didn't waste any time shoving her earphones back in her ear, with him she wasn't a big fan of creating or moving on conversation it all depended on the person.
In order to assist our staff in providing individualized, meaningful care to the residents who have made this community their home, we request that you, as a key member of the care team, provide us with a brief historical profile of the resident you represent. This biography as well as the "Life Story Book" we hope you will be interested in (please see last page), will provide us with important information to incorporate into their life with us. This will enable us to provide care that is geared to their particular needs, interests and enjoyments in life.
I managed to get away from the others, as they were all exhausted from the day. Somethings have… taken place.
Long-term care facilities have been forgotten by the Federal government for a while now. Even though the government has enforced Medicare, certain restrictions are placed on Medicare that do not allow most people to use these types of resources to pay for their housing in a long-term care facility. Because Medicare is offered to people 65 years and older, long-term care services should be covered by Medicare for the health protection of persons age 65 and older. Since Medicaid covers long-term care services for very low-income persons, Medicare should also provide coverage for long-term care facilities for the older persons of age 65 and older. While not suggesting that the Federal government should just loan millions of dollars for long-term care facilities, alternative ways need to be created, in order for the elderly to afford their living while they age, such as allowing Medicare to work for all elderly and older people age 65 and older.
Open a window or a door to provide ventilation to remove stale air and possibly excess humidity.
I wish you were here everyday. I miss you and how things use to be so much. So much has been going on lately. I´ve grown a lot since you last seen me. I still live in a foster home. Where do you live? I would love to see you. I´ve been doing all types of things. I stole a book from a grave digger. He dropped it at Wermer´ s funeral. I know it's bad to steal but it interested me so much. I hope your not mad with me. Learning to read was something I really wanted to do. Papa have been teaching me. He’s also teaching my to write too. I’ve been practicing on the back on sand papers and the walls. Can you read mama?
“Okay guys, can we concentrate on our work please?” Daphne said, getting a little irked at their constant banter.
“Difficult, depressing, and tragic” are a few of the descriptions generally associated with illness. Those who suffer from dementia, especially, undergo a realm of these characterizations. With this adversity in mind, most people generate a basic understanding based on education rather than personal experience. It is this preconception that can prevent us from gaining a true insight of one’s reality.
Most people with disabilities have a long-term chronic condition, which is not expected to get better over time. They will need long-term physical care for the rest of their lives, and this must be carried out according to personalised care plans that factor in the extent of their disability and their specific care needs. This will require a continuum of caring between the patient and the healthcare professionals, rather than just isolated episodes of caretaking. As far as possible, they should be allowed to live their lives with dignity and independence, and should be supported towards achieving this, in whatever manner they wish.
and sly into the kitchen after a minute or two once she was certain there was no threat to