an environment on a unit of wards within a setting of beds with little quiet in privacy .. yes a place my husband had such a phobia of ... The dance around not only people in the hierarchy of uniforms, the trolleys of all descriptions too. The array of disposal means and cleans ... The hydration ... The dietary restrictions and requirements among the sea of clinicians. It is hard on this unit to have the protected mealtimes ...
The infection control at an induction day training where you you can't wash your hands enough ... the time allowance for this procedure alone with just the hours I give in various tasks ...
It has given me the insight I require to find a way through and back in life ... the days again in switching on duty to switching off what is seen on these occasions ...
The many conversations in company of the bluntness or the quiet disquiet in unique ways we all are especially when we can be stuck a while on such a busy ward ... the usually silent acceptance of being there! The reassurance for those confused for whatever reason.
I am naturally learning as I go, on from those times a tad and a whole lot more in how some things are still stagnant. And some amazing ways it has naturally evolved for the good too. One of the most poignant ways is the continued commitment for communication in optimum when required for Dementia... to lessen the confusion for each individuals when out of their environment so it is known what is liked and disliked etc ...
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