We all remember Betsy, right? (The sweet old lady who always wants me to pray for her) Well, I love Betsy, I really do, but tonight she was pulling every little string she could to get me to lose my patience. Now I don't have kids(we all know this) but I think I felt towards Betsy tonight what parents sometimes feel towards their kids. Love, but a little frustration.
Here is how a conversation we had went (she was already in bed) She was buzzing for me to go into her room every 2 mintues, and when I go in this is what is said.
Me: "Hi Betsy, is there something you need?"
Betsy: "Some sleep"
Me: "Are you comfortable?"
Betsy: "Yes"
Me: "Is there anything I can do to help you fall asleep" ( I had already given her some Lortab, you think that would do the trick)
Betsy: "No"
Me: "Ok, but every time you push that button it tells me you need something so I come in here and wake you up. Do you understand?"
Betsy: "Yes" (and as we are talking she continues to press her call button over and over again)
Me: " Betsy you don't need to push that button when I'm right here. You only need to push that when you need something. Do you need something?"
Betsy: "No, just some sleep."
And the conversation starts over again....Welcome to the life of a CNA
So to make this post slightly less than a novel,
I have a headache and I blame Betsy.
P.S. That title was for you Anger
3 comments:
Oh I love CNA days. :) But honestly if I could push that button all day, and have someone run in I totally would too! It'd be so fun!
Poor Betsy. All she has in life is her button-and you.
shout out? hey thanks. Also, I love to hear stories about the olds.
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