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Next to being a book blogger and a fanatic reader I work fulltime as a Nurse in an Academic Hospital in the Netherlands. Since being a nurse is such a big part of my life I decided it’s time to share some of my adventures in nursing here on my blog.
My first
ever internship was in a Nursing home for Elderly. It wasn’t your usual Nursing
home, you definitely needed to have money to be able to live there. I was
sixteen years old and I remember being really excited but also a little scared
about starting my first day there. I had been going to nursing school for a
view months, but I still felt like I didn’t know a lot.
I learned
a lot in that first internship and I have lots of memories about that place. I
remember all the people who lived there. It was a small place so their where
only about fifteen residents. And I remember most of them very clearly.
a lot in that first internship and I have lots of memories about that place. I
remember all the people who lived there. It was a small place so their where
only about fifteen residents. And I remember most of them very clearly.
There was this
short thin lady, who seemed to be kind of a hoarder with the looks of her room.
She didn’t need a lot of care, but every day I worked there she called me over
for a little chat. She used to feed the pigeons who sat by her window. And I remember
thinking she remembered me of the bird lady of Mary Poppins.
short thin lady, who seemed to be kind of a hoarder with the looks of her room.
She didn’t need a lot of care, but every day I worked there she called me over
for a little chat. She used to feed the pigeons who sat by her window. And I remember
thinking she remembered me of the bird lady of Mary Poppins.
There was
this chic lady who never got married and who had Alzheimer’s. I remember being
scared of her because she was so unpredictable. She would be very sweet and
kind one moment. But she could be very mean, aggressive and demeaning the next.
She used to throw with things if she got mad and my sixteen year old self
really was a little freaked out by her.
this chic lady who never got married and who had Alzheimer’s. I remember being
scared of her because she was so unpredictable. She would be very sweet and
kind one moment. But she could be very mean, aggressive and demeaning the next.
She used to throw with things if she got mad and my sixteen year old self
really was a little freaked out by her.
There was
this Jewish man who also had Alzheimer’s and he was such a sweet man. And a
real flirt. You definitely needed to keep an eye on his hands! But he always
made me smile. He passed away when I worked there, and he was the first
deceased patient I had to take care of.
this Jewish man who also had Alzheimer’s and he was such a sweet man. And a
real flirt. You definitely needed to keep an eye on his hands! But he always
made me smile. He passed away when I worked there, and he was the first
deceased patient I had to take care of.
There was
also a married couple who lift there together. I remember the wife passing away
rather quickly after they moved in there, and you could see the husband
slipping away after that. I think he only lived a view months alone, before he
also passed away.
also a married couple who lift there together. I remember the wife passing away
rather quickly after they moved in there, and you could see the husband
slipping away after that. I think he only lived a view months alone, before he
also passed away.
And I
definitely remember another sweet old lady who also had Alzheimer’s and wasn’t
able to talk anymore. All she did was mumble a lot, hold her doll and stare out
the window. Sometimes she would put her hand on my cheek but other than that
she was really lost in her own mind. She always made me kind of sad.
definitely remember another sweet old lady who also had Alzheimer’s and wasn’t
able to talk anymore. All she did was mumble a lot, hold her doll and stare out
the window. Sometimes she would put her hand on my cheek but other than that
she was really lost in her own mind. She always made me kind of sad.
After my
internship I worked at that Elderly home for a year in the weekends. I
definitely have some great memories of that place.
internship I worked at that Elderly home for a year in the weekends. I
definitely have some great memories of that place.
Opinions are my own and not the views of my employer.
These views are based on my own experiences and my own interpretations in my life as a nurse.
These views are based on my own experiences and my own interpretations in my life as a nurse.
Maureen is a mom, wife, nurse, and Ravenclaw living in the Netherlands. She spends her days juggling mom-life, reading, blogging, planning date nights with her husband and working as a nurse. Maureen also is a big Anglophile, loves cooking, Gilmore Girls, Bridgerton and Harry Potter.. Always! Facebook | Instagram
