I spent many years working as a nurse's aid.
I was just 17 when I got my license. I had started the summer before my senior year in high school and worked the nursing field for the next 8 years.
Many days blur into each other when you work in nursing homes. Except for the occasional younger resident who is in for rehab, it's mostly the same thing everyday. Not that I hadn't seen some really incredible things that made me go 'what the...?", because I had. At this point though, I really had thought I'd seen it all. Flying bedpans, streaking residents. I even had my wrist broke by an Alzheimer's patient. I have scaled 10 foot chain link fences chasing after an escapee. I have saved lives with the Heimlich maneuver. I have been kept out of certain sections because there was a man who thought I was his ex-wife and would come after me with whatever he had in reach. The full-moon-theory is true.
I have worked in haunted facilities. No, really, it was haunted. When there are footsteps walking next to you, and no one is there...ya. When locked doors open immediately after turning around...ya. When a voice says "Shh, be quiet a minute.", and there is no one there to say it...ya.
However, nothing could ever prepare me for what I would walk into one morning at work. It started out as a normal day. I was usually on the Medicare unit whenever I worked. This load though, had 2 more rooms attached to it when we were short-staffed and down an aid. It wasn't too bad. One of the rooms was shared by a married couple. They were each in their 90's and ambulatory. She walked on her own and he used a walker. They were the last residents I came to in the morning. I would knock on the door, wait a few seconds, open it, say "Good morning. It's Jo. You guys getting ready for breakfast?" Then I would make sure someone said something before I pulled back their curtain to make their beds for them. Sometimes he would ask me to give him a hand shaving. Sometimes I would have to help her re-dress. Bless her heart. She often put her bra on outside her shirt. They were an absolutely adorable couple. They were also among my favorites. They loved to tell stories from when they were young.
This particular morning appeared to be just as any other. However, I was in for the surprise of my life.
Knock, knock. Open the door.
"Good morning. It's Jo. You guys getting ready for breakfast?"
"Oh honey, come in. Good, it's you. Quick. We need your help."
I pulled the curtain back and...
and...
I had never seen anything like it.
"Can you please push the beds back together? They're coming apart."
You betcha they were coming apart. The Mr. and Mrs. were going to town and the beds were pulling away from eachother. They were smack-dab in the middle and starting to sink!
OMGsOMGsOMGs
I DID NOT JUST SEE THAT!!! LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY!
I wanted to look away. What could I do? I couldn't just stand there. I couldn't just walk away. They were having sex and falling in the crack between the two beds.
They were all tangled together. He on top of she, looking at me desperately for help.
I pushed the beds back together, asked them if they were ok and non-chalantly left the room as if I had seen nothing at all.
Having shut the door behind me, I leaned against it and said out loud, "I need a drink." And, it was only 6:45 in the morning.
Comments:
My mother worked at a nursing home where they had a special bedroom set up for anyone who wanted to get it on. The weirded thing she ever saw... A got that put a padlock on his penis!
Oh man!!!
But you gotta respect 'em when they are THAT old, in THAT position... and still wanting to get it on, bless them!
Poor you though!
I will...never forget this story, Jo! I am (almost) speechless...
*can't stop giggling*
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ROFLMAO!!! Only you jo, only you!!!!!!
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