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About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

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2 more attachments before my break! Yes, I can do it, I can do it! I will survive this!

Yup, ended my attachment with a patient passing on 30 mins before I go off duty. I'm not happy, but not sad either. Like I said, sometimes the best thing you can wish for someone is death.

Why do some people seem so insignificant? He came in, dirty and smelly from a nursing home. When he died, there was no family, no fuss. No one could guess that it would be him the Angel of death was here for. There was not much interaction with him because he had to be isolated. He looked so peaceful, so natural after we cleaned him up.

I was not there when he was admitted, but when we brought out the clothes he had with him on admission, the stench is something I cannot forget. I seriously think the nursing home he was in is in need of staff, A LOT MORE STAFF! I think no one is capable of producing that stench unless you don't bathe for some 3 months. It smelt worse than an athlete's foot.

I'm not saying it's his fault, or the nursing home's fault. It's just the way things are. Fact is they're seriously short handed at these places so just shut up and make your parents your responsibility. Don't take the easy way out.

If you think I'm talking nonsense, just close the damn window, I hope you rot away someday. If you can afford a maid, get one and train her how to care for the elderly. Treat her nicely 'cos she's doing you a damn big favour. Don't think you're paying her big bucks. They're maids, not slaves. If you don't know how tough it is, try living her life for one full day.

I've learnt that children should do their best for their parents. Don't dump them in nursing homes because you cannot guarantee the quality of care your parents are receiving. Do you think it's easy to run a home? How do you think they cope with all the bathing and feedings? I'm not here to put nursing homes down but with a greying population, how many people are needed to care for them? If they cannot get the required number of staff, what happens? Go figure.

That said, I hope my parents end up well cared for someday. Want to make sure they will get the best possible care from me someday.

21.9.07 11:54 PM

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