finished my essay- due tomorrow

[tinkerbell23]

so starbuckone f you are about...u dont need to give me a whallop now ok!? hahha

how are we all tonight? im just padding down for bed!! xx

[MarkRae]

Anne, it's not so much the spew, urine and faeces - it's more the attitude, patience, kindness and empathy. My now retired mother was a home help and geriatric counsellor and I simply could not have done her job for all the money in the world.

My single criterion for respect is the ability to do something better than I can, so people like you and Tinks have my ultimate respect.

[tinkerbell23]

well thats nice. thank you! x

[anneasquith]

mark, i feel very privileged to have seen the birth and the death of many people. my simple criteria was, treat any patient , A) from the head down, B) as you would wish your parents, siblings, babies/children to be treated.

[tinkerbell23]

absolutley anne. as much as the whole package of care you do....i just cant stand someone left with dirty nails, or glasses, or teeth not in!! if it was my gran id be hopping mad.

same goes with nursing homes...and its november...and the patients sitting in a summery looking floral dress and no tights etc..uurgh drives me mad!! i just hope if (god forbid) its my grandparents or mother or father someone actually gives a sh!t x

[MarkRae]

Anne, two memories will never leave me.

Firstly, my mother was required to spend the occasional evening with geriatric people who had chosen to live in their own home, and she brought me with her one evening. I would have been 12 or 13, and I recall that the lady told her the same story over and over again. After about the seventh or eighth time of this, I had to go into the kitchen as I couldn't stand it any more, yet hours and hours later she was still telling my mother the same story, and my mother's reaction continued to be like she was hearing it for the first time.

Secondly, my aunt lived who was a radiographer lived with us while I was growing up and, because we lived very close to the local hospital, she was often on call. One Saturday morning she was called in and, when she returned, I asked her casually what it was. She said that it was a lad in his late teens who'd come off his motorbike, broken his neck, and had actually died on the X-ray table. I was speechless! But she sat me down and explained to me that she had to treat it with completely dispassionately otherwise she'd never make it through the day.

Like I said, total respect.

[anneasquith]

MR nice posts, and im sure your mum was of great assistance to the " patients "she had such respect for.