I'm still at the same home, but something I'm super pleased and proud of is our art gallery we'll be hosting at the home in a couple weeks. Here're some artists works:
I have only posted photos of art without names of residents to protect their privacy.
As much as I am ok with death, I am also very not ok with it. Weird eh? I'm in a field where death is eminent and ready to happen at any given moment. Someone died today, and I was disappointed. I didn't have a close relationship to said person, but it still came on suddenly and shocked us all. I am ok with her passing, but also not ok with it. Death is natural, and inevitable and also (in my opinion) a private and human right. But it still shocks us, angers us and bereaves the loved ones. We learned in school about death, dying and bereavement. I found it mostly boring, but that was thanks to the subject material and the instructor. (sorry!) I found the studies on M.A.I.D in Canada thought provoking and insightful. I also enjoyed learning about cultures and how they grieve or view death. That doesn't mean being in long-term care and being surrounded by death is easy for anyone. People were in tears today, as would be expected. A group gathered to pay their respects. A la...
Today I fell apart. I still feel like I'm falling apart. One thing after the other and then the other. I think my boss is losing faith in me although she knows how good I am at my job. First off I can see why she worries about me, but also I felt like she doesn't have enough patience or understanding of me. I can't say that I'm perfect, and at the end of the conversation we had this morning I think she utilized what empathy she had left to try and meet me halfway. The thing I did like that she said to me was on the lines of "we might not get it all right, but if you spent that time changing a few people's lives for the better, you had that impact, and that's important to them." This is the truth, this is why I take on more than any other person in my team. I'm not a work-a-holic, I just want my clients to feel good about themselves, to feel alive, to feel encouraged. I mean we write these dinky care plans every month, and it says in each one that...
Today was a good day. I spent most of my energy focusing on what mattered to me: giving people a chance to feel strong and supported and satisfied in their day. I encouraged one resident to play bingo with limited vision. All she needed was someone to point in the direction of the number to cover, and she was happy. I took our sourpuss resident out for a walk and she remembered my name, and asked me about myself, for the first time ever. Then she thanked me afterwords in a gentle voice and I felt very very lucky. Ok. That was all.
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