Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

I was sick last week, and spent most of the time in bed. By Saturday I was still not feeling healthy enough to walk the two miles to the Birch Street Nursing Home to perform my chores, so I called the head nurse at the number she gave me in case of emergencies and told her I'd be absent. I rested up this week so that I could return to the Birch Street Nursing Home today. When I arrived, I noticed that the head nurse had written me a nice little note on my list of responsibilities, saying she's glad I'm over my sickness and that the patients missed me last week. However, when I was on my rounds and told the patients that I was back and feeling better, only Mr. Matthews seemed to remember me being absent last week.

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Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Today at the Birch Street Nursing Home the new patient Mrs. Macmillan was causing trouble, and without even meaning to. Mr. Pearlman was the first to complain about her, ranting, "Mrs. Macmillan doesn't listen to a single word I say." A little later, Mrs. Henley came to me, nearly in tears, and said, "I was in the middle of telling Mrs. Macmillan a story about my childhood friend Betty when she just got up and walked away." Even Mr. Matthews began complaining, saying, "All she does is wave her hands at me, making obscene gestures." It took some time to explain to the patients that Mrs. Macmillan is completely deaf. Being partially deaf themselves, I had to repeat this several times. By the end of the day, I was exhausted, so when Mrs. Patterson came up to me wanting to talk about her stolen brooch again, I told her to go tell the story to Mrs. Macmillan.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Today when I arrived at the Birch Street Nursing Home, the place was in chaos. Many of the patients were outside, a couple even in the street, and Mr. Pearlman was lying on the ground, bleeding. Also, the large window of the activity room had been broken. It took several minutes to get the story, but apparently Sniffles The Sixth had jumped through the closed window and escaped, and an angry Mr. Pearlman had forced the other patients to begin hunting the dog. I finally got everyone inside, and began patching up Mr. Pearlman, when there was a knock at the door. I hadn't even had a chance to look at my list of chores yet, so I wasn't aware that a new patient was due today. And that list didn't even mention that the new patient is completely deaf. Her lack of hearing may have benefited her today, since Mr. Pearlman would not stop shouting about his dog, and the other patients began complaining about the noise. I helped the new patient get settled in her room. Then I went back downstairs to hang a bed sheet over the broken window and start a batch of my special cupcakes to calm everyone down. For a moment, I considered calling the head nurse for help. But I managed to get things under control and complete my list of chores. Before I left for the day, I remembered to update the roster behind the front desk, crossing Mrs. Diaz from the list and adding Mrs. Macmillan. Sniffles The Sixth did not come back.

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Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Today when I arrived at the Birch Street Nursing Home, I was surprised to see that Mrs. Patterson was not seated in her usual spot by the window of the activity room. I immediately went upstairs to check her room, worried that she might once again have gone outside to hunt for her missing brooch. And there she was, seated on her bed, and wearing the replacement brooch that I had made for her in art class. It was a bright beginning to a pleasant day at the Birch Street Nursing Home.