Life in nursing home by Ann Wood

I am working in nursing home with people with Dementia and end of life care.
They all have different types of Dementia and needs.
Some of them will need 24/7 care of dayli life going on.
To help them with personal hygiene and simply tasks such as
feeding, dressing up or going to the toilet.
They all are somebody mother or father, wife or husband, grandma or grandpa and have feelings like us.
They cry, and smiles, singing and dancing, do things what we do, just live with Dementia.
They are human like us and need to be loved, and know that they are not alone.
Most of them have families and friends, but some of them are not have any family or friends to come and visit them.
Give them a smile make them feeling loved and include to the family.
Remember that we working in their home and that they not live in ours work place.
Also remember that one day that can be you who is have Dementia and how you will feel if somebody treats you like animal or idiot.
In my work we have many different types of activities and places for relaxing.
There is big garden with sitting aerias and green house, Fontaine and different flowers.
Also cinema, cafe shop, activists room, hair salon and private party room.
Every week there is mini bus journey to different places around or visit local shops or pubs.
People from local church come in to talk and singing with them.
We try our best to make them feel like normal people and at home not like they are in hospital.
Each room have shower and toilet, telly and nice furniture to look like their home.
Also each unit have lounge and dining room, community bathroom with music and aroma therapy.
They are old and ill people who are living with Dementia, but they are also human and have rights to be threaten as a normal people.

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Written on 2019-09-05 at 15:00

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antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
So sorry for yours loss Jim.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
My best friend was in a nursing home for seven years with dementia before he passed. He loved his family and friends, but he came to love the nurses and staff, too. They became his real family because were with him all day, every day. They could make him smile when no one else could, and then he would sing some long forgotten song.

And the nurses loved him, the ones that had known him all those years, and cried when he died.