♥ Queen of all Grumpy Old Farts ♥

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.

Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.

I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer

Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

If you don't like me, it's probably mutual
But I'm nice, really :p

Blog started 21st June 2007, shifted from www.thegatekeeperstory.blogspot.com

If you wanna be linked, just tag ok?

Favourite posts

Friends

Credits

Speak To Me

Please use my haloscan to comment on specific posts by clicking on the
"Speak your mind"
link at the end of each post.

For misc/random comments just tag on the latest post.

I'm just too sick and tired of a tagboard with a short term memory.

Thanks! :)

History

December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
May 2010
June 2010
September 2010
October 2010

Shift work's taking its toll on me

Seriously need help! Somebody! I think my life consists just of afternoon and morning shifts. It's just work, work and more work. The only interesting thing I can bring up in a conversation is about my patients and their lives. When you've got nothing to talk about except other people, you know how very interesting your own life is.

I think old people are the best patients. I used to think that kids were adorable, I still do, though to a lesser extent now. Let's just say, I can't really see the fuss behind those fat cheeks and teary eyes. I found more joy with wrinkles and grey hair.

Today, I met one who was trying to cut open the bean bags to cook the beans inside. She wanted to make kueh, make red/green bean soup and what-not.

"Keep it inside also no use, wait later become bad, very sayang."

Once a cook, always a cook, dementia or not.

Honestly, I don't know how to react. I didn't know if laughing or crying was a better response. There is this certain child-likeness about her, yet you need to respect her as your elder, like you'll respect your grandparents. Maybe if you've seen someone with dementia, you'll know.

Look beyond changing diapers and feeding them. Their lives--an almost completed circle. Years of toil represented by lines on their faces. After years of worry, now their hair's all grey and white.

When children get into trouble with the school teachers, why don't their parents abandon them? How many parents leave their kids in the childcare center and not pick them up? How many children leave their parents in the hospitals and not take them back? When they shit, why don't parents dump them in the chute? Why are babies cute and old, helpless people irritating when they basically depend on you for the same things?

Without the elderly, we won't even be here, standing firmly on the ground. Without the children, we won't NEED to be here. One group is responsible for our existance, the other justifies our existance.

13.9.07 5:08 PM

Bookmark me RSS feed