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  • Essay / My personal experience: My experience in a nursing home

    But my first night alone was just me with no other help. I was so nervous. I kept asking myself, can I even do this? Am I okay? Even if I wasn't okay, I had to do it. As I did my rounds and checked on all the residents, I felt good, I felt like I could do this. Then a call light came on, then another, and another; I panicked. I told myself I could do it, so I did it. I went into the first resident's room, helped her to the bathroom and went over to the other resident who just needed a glass of water. The last resident needed to change his bed because it was dirty, he wasn't very happy with me because I took too long to get to his room; I informed him that I was alone and he said he was sorry and wished me luck. After the first cocoas, everything seemed easy. I know I could do it