From a nurses perspective.
There is nothing worse, than looking after an elderly patient and having them shout at you and other members of staff and in result, he’s constantly labelled as ‘grumpy’ and ‘always moaning’ when actually, when you have time to give HIM time, he tells you he has had enough, that he has had his 91 years on this earth and he ‘wants to go’.
Tears definitely filled my eyes when he said that. He opened up to me. He’s angry because he can’t remember as well as he used to and because no matter how many times we explain something clearly to him, he doesn’t understand it and he doesn’t know why.
The most beautiful part was the fact he remembered my name from the last time I looked after him. He asked me to write down a lady’s name who had looked after him because he has an awful memory. But he remembered mine :’) well, slightly, he called me Francesco. I’ll put that down to the fact it’s a ‘fancy’ name haha
Upside down in each pack
But I hate that people notice
When you gain three pounds,
But not when you buy a new hat.
I’ve been told that the way I sleep
With one leg draped over
The person lying next to me
But I think it’s annoying
When people tell me
I look pretty,
But only when I paint my face.
I’ve heard that old men
Like to touch the girls who work late at bars,
But I want to know
Why they never kiss the women they married
fourty-two years ago.
I’ve noticed that mothers teach their daughters
That it’s rude to refuse a hug
From an uncle they’ve met three times,
But forget to teach them
That they aren’t obliged to kiss
The boy who paid for dinner.