My Week at G.C.

My Week at G.C.

   

   I can truly say that I am starting to really like going to G.C. I like going and seeing all the grandma's and grandpa's with smiles on their faces. With my health not where it should be right now, it makes me want my grandpa here even more. In result of that, holding a hand of resident that is most likely the same age of my Poppy when I lost him, makes it seem like all the problems in the world have gone away.

   This week when I went into G.B the nurses were very receptive of me being there and very welcoming. A resident would ask me to go get something for them and then the nurses would tell me where to find it. Even though we are only there for an hour, it makes me feel good that for that hour I am making those residents feel loved. With their memory gone, I don't believe that any family members come and see them, which breaks my heart. So, it brings a smile to my face when I walk up to Mrs. E and she says, "I have missed you!" 

   G.B  has taught me a lot, The key thing I learned this week was that those residents need as much attention maybe even more than the ones in the hospital. The residents at G.B have been taken from their normal routine in the outside world and have been placed in this place where their normal routine isn't normal anymore. They are dealing with memory loss, which I was witnessed of. Mrs. P and I have had a great connection since me working there, and this week when I walked in she knew who I was, but this week it was very opposite. She seemed like:

• 1. she didn't know who I was
•  2. she kept saying I can't talk to you, Daddy wants me to pack. 

That was hard for me because it brought back some memories, but in my head I talked to myself and realized that this is part of life, and at least I have memories of her remembering me.