When it rains, it pours. I had ANOTHER bad night last night. I took care of a sweet little lady who was confused and disoriented. She thought the year was 1932 (that must have been some year) About 9 PM she decided to scale her bed rails and I found her flat on her back on the floor.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
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oh ya. Though I have not been and probably will never go to nursing school. I did long-term care CNA work for several years. Those kinds of stories are familiar to me. I can only imagine how true those things are though. People don't typically lay a lot of blame on a CNA or on a doctor(in some cases of course they do). Mostly-it goes to the nurses. My hats off to ya!
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