I strongly believe that nurses should be properly trained to deal with obnoxious, or even slightly annoying patients. I observed nurses treating the slightly annoying patients with respect and kindness. They did not administer drugs to quiet them, they just knew how to handle the situation. The only drugs I saw given were for upset stomachs and medical conditions. The thought of anti psychotics being administered for the staff’s convenience makes me shudder, and I never observed such a thing. Sitting by the front door, I watch people come in and out. Several nurses walk by and smile at me. While writing down my observations and an older man rolls past, but then backs up and stops in front of me. “You applying for a job?” “Nope, just observing
…show more content…
“I forgot to tell you my name is Will. What’s yours?” “My name is Emma.” “Ah good good, see you later Emma!” Breakfast begins again the next morning. Friends and acquaintances in their old age gather to eat. The nurses are buzzing trying to get everyone seated before they begin. Different colored plates and bowls; red, yellow, blue and green. eating breakfast. As breakfast winds down, several residents fall asleep in their wheelchair. The nurses buzz up and down the hallway, and the hallway is covered in decorations; paintings, frilly metal decor, and barn stars - that doesn’t even cover half of it. The walls are a pinkish brown, and the carpets have a green tinge to them. That bothers me. Breakfast is now ending and the residents flow from the dining room up to the beauty shop, back to their rooms, and sometimes to the living room to get their daily dose of news. “How are you today Rosie?” A nurse says from somewhere down the hall. I pass a therapy room while exploring the halls. There are several residents in it, one is lifting small weights and another is working on walking up stairs. The physical therapist smiles at me and says “hello!” I smile and head back down the
“I forgot to tell you my name is Will. What’s yours?” “My name is Emma.” “Ah good good, see you later Emma!” Breakfast begins again the next morning. Friends and acquaintances in their old age gather to eat. The nurses are buzzing trying to get everyone seated before they begin. Different colored plates and bowls; red, yellow, blue and green. eating breakfast. As breakfast winds down, several residents fall asleep in their wheelchair. The nurses buzz up and down the hallway, and the hallway is covered in decorations; paintings, frilly metal decor, and barn stars - that doesn’t even cover half of it. The walls are a pinkish brown, and the carpets have a green tinge to them. That bothers me. Breakfast is now ending and the residents flow from the dining room up to the beauty shop, back to their rooms, and sometimes to the living room to get their daily dose of news. “How are you today Rosie?” A nurse says from somewhere down the hall. I pass a therapy room while exploring the halls. There are several residents in it, one is lifting small weights and another is working on walking up stairs. The physical therapist smiles at me and says “hello!” I smile and head back down the