Journal of Gerontological Nursing

EPILOGUE 

THREE POINTS OF VIEW

Donna Klimczak, LPN

Abstract

NUMBER ONE: A very tired, very worn out day-shift nurse.

Dear Lord, I don't mean to criticize, but instead of Friday. I think you should have called it "FRIGHT DAY!" Why is it. Lord, that if a patient is scheduled for admission at 10 AM, I can expect him no sooner than 3 PM? I mean, it wasn't bad enough that we had to work two aides short today, now I just found out that one 3-to-Il nurse won't be in due to a death in her family, and one 3-to-ll aide's babysitter quit without notice. And it's only par for the course that at 3:15 PM. the admission has finally shown up. Lord, help me. There has got to be an easier way to make a living I Don't these people know that I have a life outside of this facility? That I have a child at daycare, a husband due home any minute, and a chicken to bake? Lord, help me act kindly toward this patient and his family, even though my heart is not in it. Lord, help me act the way they expect a nurse to act! Lord, please give me strength.

NUMBER TWO: A very old, very confused man.

Dear Lord, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but could you please teil me WHERE IN THE HELL I AM? i don't remember coming here. I don't know what kind of place this is, and not onç of these faces looks vaguely familiar to me. Why would my daughter bring me here? Is this a hospital? I recognize nurses in white uniforms and caps, but the patients, at least I think they are patients, are dressed in street clothes. Why is my daughter crying? Was it something I said? Something I did? Please, Lord, I don't want to be here! This doesn't feel right. I'm afraid! Is this death? Please, Lord, help me wake up from this nightmare!

NUMBER THREE: A very anxious, very nervous daughter.

Dear Lord, I pray I'm not making a mistake. Help me. Lord, he's my father. Why does he seem so small? I remember him being so much taller. When did we reverse roles? When did he become the child and myself the parent? Please, Lord, make him stop begging, make him stop pleading, make him stop crying. Dear Lord, make the nurses understand that he is my father and I love him.…

NUMBER ONE: A very tired, very worn out day-shift nurse.

Dear Lord, I don't mean to criticize, but instead of Friday. I think you should have called it "FRIGHT DAY!" Why is it. Lord, that if a patient is scheduled for admission at 10 AM, I can expect him no sooner than 3 PM? I mean, it wasn't bad enough that we had to work two aides short today, now I just found out that one 3-to-Il nurse won't be in due to a death in her family, and one 3-to-ll aide's babysitter quit without notice. And it's only par for the course that at 3:15 PM. the admission has finally shown up. Lord, help me. There has got to be an easier way to make a living I Don't these people know that I have a life outside of this facility? That I have a child at daycare, a husband due home any minute, and a chicken to bake? Lord, help me act kindly toward this patient and his family, even though my heart is not in it. Lord, help me act the way they expect a nurse to act! Lord, please give me strength.

NUMBER TWO: A very old, very confused man.

Dear Lord, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but could you please teil me WHERE IN THE HELL I AM? i don't remember coming here. I don't know what kind of place this is, and not onç of these faces looks vaguely familiar to me. Why would my daughter bring me here? Is this a hospital? I recognize nurses in white uniforms and caps, but the patients, at least I think they are patients, are dressed in street clothes. Why is my daughter crying? Was it something I said? Something I did? Please, Lord, I don't want to be here! This doesn't feel right. I'm afraid! Is this death? Please, Lord, help me wake up from this nightmare!

NUMBER THREE: A very anxious, very nervous daughter.

Dear Lord, I pray I'm not making a mistake. Help me. Lord, he's my father. Why does he seem so small? I remember him being so much taller. When did we reverse roles? When did he become the child and myself the parent? Please, Lord, make him stop begging, make him stop pleading, make him stop crying. Dear Lord, make the nurses understand that he is my father and I love him.

10.3928/0098-9134-19870601-09

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