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long weekend

And not in the good way.

Work Wife was at her nephew's wedding Saturday, so I got to play "Train the Newbie" on her first shift back in Memory Care.

And nothing says "Welcome to the MC" like "lesson one: once we finish passing breakfast, I'm going to show you how to respectfully care for a dead body and get them looking presentable before their loved ones show up.  Oh, and how to calm down her roommate while we're waiting for her PRN."

[Poor Miz S.  She noticed Tweety Bird was gasping for breath, yelled for help, and then opened the window.  She was cnvinced that is what killed her.  "I let her soul out!  I didn't mean to!"]

[In all honesty, every time I deal with a resident's death, the first thing I do is open the window a bit.  Yeah, I'm that sort of superstitious Southern witch]

E handled it REALLY well.   Of course, I would expect nothing less from a fellow bespectacled, purple-haired, chubby chick.  We're tougher than we look.  :)  She was  hired for 2nd shift, but I hope we can convince her to move to first.  She actually showed up WHEN I DID!  I thought J was going to drop over from shock when we both walked in.

Work Wife was back Sunday, and we were tasked with dividing up Tweety Bird's clothes (her son said to give them away or throw them out because he didn't care.   I try not to judge how people grieve, but I thought he would have AT LEAST taken the family photos.  I put them in a box in case he changes his mind).  We were dividing things up by color and size when one of the residents shuffled by and asked how much we wanted for the sweatshirt with the kitties on it.  She couldn't believe it when we said it was hers if she wanted it.  She even came back with her little change purse, trying to give us money.  <3

So the sheer genius that was Tweety Bird's Really Free Yard Sale was born.  The resident's got new to them stuff *of their choosing* (three cheers for autonomy!).  WW and I managed to handle an hours long task in about 45 minutes, and everyone was happy.  Well, aside from her boyfriend, who wheeled off grumbling "y'all hate me.  You never give me anything"  when we refused to let him have her used panties.

Ya know, I never signed up for this when I was an English major.

Even though we made quick work of it, it's still emotionally exhausting.  It feels SO WRONG to go through someone's things.  (Hell, I won't even open the spousebeast's mail or get the household debit card out of his wallet.)  But it's better than having it all go in the dumpster.

In the very very back of her closet were a half dozen old school full slips.  No one was interested, and they're really small (she was TINY, even before she started declining).  I ended up taking them for Lily and Little Neighbor for dress up.  I asked Olivia (Lily's mom), and we're getting out all of our trims and sequins and...just shiny, random stuff (not to mention pooling our fabric glue resources) and getting the girls together to bedazzle the heck out of them.  And possibly some of our own clothes as well, because why should the little ones have all the fun?

I actually managed to sleep in until 7:30-ish today...only to find that the microwave has bit the dust.  Granma bought that for me and Kent on the one and only Christmas we all spent together (she tweaked his nose by buying me a pink one.  Pink was our "signature color." :)  ) .

I never thought I'd ugly cry over an appliance.


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Oct. 30th, 2017 10:10 pm (UTC)
I love the Really Free Yard Sale idea! How lovely for the residents.
Oct. 30th, 2017 10:39 pm (UTC)
love the idea of decorating the slips for little girls to dress up in.
Oct. 30th, 2017 11:18 pm (UTC)

So did you see a lawyer before going back to work like the spousebeast suggested?

*hugs* I'm sorry about the ugly crying over an appliance. I ugly cried over getting a few of my Grandma's stuff, but I wear her winter coat with pride. When it's not cold enough that I have to pull out my -25Celsius jacket.

Nov. 4th, 2017 10:03 am (UTC)
I saw a lawyer, and I am basically screwed due to my attacker's "mental condition." On the upside, our director is having me reimbursed for time lost. That kinda surprised me.
Nov. 4th, 2017 10:24 am (UTC)

Ugh, that's not good. Is there not a labour relations board or a union or something that you can go to?

From what you've said previously, the owners/directors(?) aren't doing things by the book (filling beds for profit, when none of the staff are equipped to deal with certain mental or physical disabilities), and there has to be a way to report that.

Reimbursed for time lost, that's good to hear at least. :)

Oct. 31st, 2017 07:23 am (UTC)
I just realized someone opened the window in my Aunt's room as well. I'm glad they did :-) He soul deserves to fly since her body never did.

It's good if someone un-emotional goes though those things, trust me. We threw a lot out because we didn't have the spoons to deal with distributing them. All her clothes went into the charity dumpster, all her nick-nacks went into the trash (except a very few we kept). Better if someone still uses them.

I know how hard it is *hugs* It's one of those reasons I could never work in a nursery home.
Oct. 31st, 2017 08:41 am (UTC)
The Garage Sale is a clever idea.

I used to dress up in my Grandma's slips. She was teeny tiny,

I am sure it made for an interesting first day on a job.
Nov. 2nd, 2017 01:48 pm (UTC)
Oh boy, that sounds tough. I'm sure death happens all the time but I would still be uncomfortable if not a bit sad. Wow, what a great son she had.... :(

Yeah, it felt really weird when we went through my grandma's things last year.
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