*disclaimer: following post is potty humor – themed.
By the Lord’s graceful provision and my husband’s sacrificial hard work, I’m able to stay at home with our son. I stopped working a couple of weeks ago to rest a little and enjoy the holidays before our lives changed forever. But prior to 2 weeks ago, I had been working for a little over a year as a program director at a home for residents with dementia. For your entertainment (if you’re entertained by potty humor like I am), one of my most vivid memories:
One of my residents was roaming the halls a little aggitated. She can’t speak much but she was clearly upset.
She was also carrying around her shoes.
I came up to her to take the shoes to put them back into her room but she didn’t want to give them to me.
Eventually I got the shoes and glanced down.
“Why are there milk duds in her shoes? Where would she get milk duds?
Oh sh— those are not milk duds!
How on earth did she poop in her shoe?”
Gross.
If I’m honest, I don’t miss working…
Posted by Eric on January 7, 2012 at 7:40 pm
Haha. This memory reminds me of my friend Nikki and the interactions as a counselor at a homeless shelter she occasionally posts on fb or she used to tell when she lived in Houston.
Also, it reminds me how not looking forward to getting old I am.
Posted by jen reinhard on January 22, 2012 at 6:29 pm
Love it! I’ve worked in several nursing homes ~ they are sometimes sad, but I love the old people!