Okay-- It seems as though I always hate my job. Well, this is still [mostly] true, but this is not my standard I Hate My Job Post.
Today, while everything was going horribly, THIS happened:
Clara is a woman who drives us nuts. She is at risk for falling, so she sits atop a chair alarm, to alert us as to when she is getting up when she shouldn't be. Fine. Dandy. Well, she was restless today, so Melanie handed her off to me as the girls left for lunch, asking me to walk her to tire her out. (Thus, she would sleep in her chair until lunch.) Again, fine. Dandy.
I walk her down the hall, and we keep going around the bend until we hit the activities room. By this point, she is so worn down, she has to sit. I grab the closest chair, worried she'll fall from exhaustion and ask Kelly to just keep an eye on her for a minute since she can't be left alone without the chair alarm.
I go get the chair alarm (back where we came from) and look for a wheelchair to bring her back in. There's none to be found. I go back to the activities room and try to figure something out. While I'm there, Lori [the nurse who drives us all batty] comes in yelling "LINDSAY, YOU NEED TO GET BACK TO THE UNIT! BELLS ARE GOING OFF AND NO ONE IS ON THE FLOOR! I will take Clara if you can't..."
So, I don't like the way she barked at me, but fine. I'll let it go. I always do. I walk back and find Carmella ringing to go to the bathroom, so I bring her in, get her on the toilet, and leave. She'll ring when she's all done.
Karen is the only other aide on the floor with me right now, and she is keeping an eye on Jane, our girl who needs constant one-on-one supervision. Here comes Lori down the hall, Clara with her, barely walking. She yells for me to come over and grab one side of her belt.
So, I do. I shouldn't have, but I did.
We DRAGGED this woman probably over 200 feet. She fell to her knees twice, and we picked her up. Lori yelled at her the entire way. "Get up! You can walk! Quit that and WALK, Clara!" At the end, after we hoisted her into a chair, she actually CHECKED to see if she was ALIVE. That is how BAD this woman was.
Now, as a man is coming down the hall, looking for help, he witnessed this. He was coming in to see his mother before she died. How do you think HE felt? His mother was here, and can you imagine the kind of "care" he imagined she got?!
I am SO fed up with work, and with Lori in particular. We had to give statements to our supervisor, and she has to meet with the nursing director tomorrow... I hope something serious happens, because if not, I am leaving. I have had it.