Lauren9881

Today in the life of..
2002-12-07 02:55:49 (UTC)

Old People

So I work on a Psych Ward. Which is cool since i am a
psych major and all. But it is so hard when we get
geriatric patients that have been kicked out of the nursing
homes for "combativeness" and such. Usually they are just
loud and yelling because they are confused. Tonight we got
a man in who is 95 years old. He was brought by the
nursing home because he started throwing a fit when they
wouldnt let him go outside to smoke his pipe. First of
all, HE'S 95 FOR GOD SAKE LET HIM SMOKE THE DAMN PIPE IF
IT MAKES HIM HAPPY So he comes to our floor, and he's so
sad, and kind of yelling a little. So i take him down to
the kitchen to get him something to eat. After i make him
a cup of coffee and some grahm crackers with peanut butter
i sit down and talk to him a little. He's so upset he just
keeps putting his head down on the table. So finally he
says "I dont like being old, its like i'm a little kid
again. I wish i would just go to sleep and never wake up.
I dont think anyone would miss me much" Talk about
breaking my heart. The poor guy. I did everything i could
for him tonight, he was my special case. I dont know how
much of a difference i made because he was convinced that
he had been taken there to die (which isnt true, he will
probally be there for a week or two until his meds get
regulated). I can't imagine the feeling of being dropped
off in a foreign place, and just waiting to die. I pray to
god that i die peacefully in my sleep long before that.
It's so sad. It's those cases that are just so hard to not
take home that they having me typing about them in an
online journal on a friday night. Man oh Man.




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