posted on Jul, 4 2011 @ 07:44 PM
It may not be as bad today as when I worked at a nursing home, but I wouldn't be too surprised.
Over thirty years ago, but my kitchen job didn't isolate me enough from the insanity. The idiots located the punch-clock where we punched our
timecards, deep into the facility. So, I had to walk by many rooms, and hear many ugly things, just to get to the darn thing each day.
Actually, I can't relate all the crimes I witnessed that I was told were "OK". Once, I finally had enough, and went to the head-nurse to
"report" what I saw. A patient who was on oxygen made a rather ugly "hoarse" sound when they breathed through the apparatus. The nurse, or aide
ordered her to "shut up" over and over. For probably five minutes as I waited for the dumb clock to kick over to eight o'clock, the pathetic
patient held her breath to be quiet, and then finally let loose again, only to be shouted at, and threatened. Something like, "I told you to shut
up! I'm going to pull that ##$% tube out of your face, and put (something else) in!"
Another time, a couple nurses were doing some very "risky" behavior together in a room as I passed by. Looked "consensual", but the patient in
the background caught my eye, and she had tears running down her face.
Another time, one of the patients in a wheelchair, with a cain (I assumed it helped him get up), would beat other patients with his cain, as nurses
looked on laughing. I actually had to pause in the hall to wait for this mischief to stop, so I could pass by, to get to the clock. I recall on old
fellow's eye bleeding afterward, and one of the aides telling him to "be good" now, because nurses were nice enough to put up with him, but other
patients might not be so nice.
I was young, and because this was an everyday thing, believe it or not, I assumed things were just that way. My complaint was laughed at, with the
head nurse telling me to "get back to the kitchen". Never mind my shift was over, but I got the message, like, kid, mind your business!
A couple years later my elderly great aunt came to live with us. She was doing fine, but needed extra care. My mother found a home she thought would
be OK, but the old lady was dead three months later. Maybe that place was OK, but at the time, I wondered if maybe the same sort of thing was going
on, and it killed her. She sure didn't last very long.
Maybe this is just a reflection of a very ugly side of human nature. I would still like to think this is not the "norm", but if it is more about
who "we" are, as a species, than maybe there isn't much hope after all.
JR