Delivering meds to nursing homes can be quite rewarding at times. Most of the time, the residents are quite happy to see you. They will strike up a conversation about anything or absolutely nothing.
The homes I delivered to had very friendly and dedicated staff. And this showed in the residents. I personally give these people a lot of credit. They are kind, caring and really love the residents they take care of.
One resident in particular made me smile every time I was there. She was in the same spot everyday when I arrived. Situated in her chair beside the windows to the courtyard, and everyday as she looked out the window, she would ask what it was doing outside. I would give her the weather report and her response was a kind look, a smile and a thank you. Mind you, this was everyday. It never changed. I hope she is doing well. I no longer deliver meds, so I don't get to see her.
It was funny the names I was given. They knew I was delivering their medications, but I was called in loud voices, the candy lady and our drug pusher. They always made me laugh.
I really didn't mind losing the job. But the reason I won't miss the job is because it really started to bother me as to the amount of prescription drugs I was delivering to these elderly people. I can't reconcile in my mind why an 87- year old person would need 23 prescriptions on admission. I am not in the medical field, but I just can't deal with this in my mind.
The orders are from the doctors who know what they are doing, but it was bothering me tremendously that I was the one bringing it to the residents.
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