||[Jul. 20th, 2004|10:22 am]
HATE YOUR JOB? SO DO WE...
a man tried to yank out my hair because he thought it was a wig. a boy got a boner while i was changing his diaper. a heroin addict damn near punched me out when she was due for her methodone and i wouldnt let her sister bring her in heroin. a 400 pound woman stood up and bent over so i could find the bedsore on her butt (it took 5 minutes of searching to find the quarter-sized sore on her giant ass). she also groaned and said "mama like" when i was spinning her on her side. my least favorite part of my job is waiting for people to die and having to go check on them constantly in order to get an accurate time of death.|
i wipe butts, take out catheters, give sponge baths, change beds, clean up bodily fluids, yank out IVs, sit with people who are suicidal or have sustained substantial head injuries or are in comas. i collect urine in all sorts of containers, empty bedpans, put medicine on bedsores, suction mucus out of nose/mouth/throat, give enemas.
but actually. i love my job.