Posts tagged ‘patients’

Helping “Mr. Happy”

Although the prerequisites of becoming an Occupational Therapist have changed in the 20-someodd years since I was in school, one of the things that I believe all OT students are required to do at some point or another is complete a series of internships – spending “X” amount of time working in places where you can do almost everything that a full-fledged OT does but (at least when I went to school) it’s unpaid (actually, each internship counted as a 3-credit course for me – so I got to pay for this) and, of course, Read more…

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The Gloria Bow

It was Thanksgiving weekend so to stay with plan/tradition, Joe “let” me put the Christmas tree up (read: he puts it up and I help because it’s 9′ tall and I’m only slightly more than half of that and it’s just too big for me to handle). Tradition dictates that the ornaments may or may not go up on the same day to tree is assembled – in fact, this year they did not – but whenever I start hanging them (except for the ones at the top 2 feet of the tree, which I can’t reach even with my step stool…again, a “Joe job”. If you look closely, you can even see a line between what I’ve done and where he takes over), I know Read more…

Out of the Mouths of Babes. Not.

This post has some bad words in it. Mainly slang terms but still and all, they’re bad words that generally don’t get used in mixed company. So if you’re at work or have children nearby or just don’t like reading that sort of stuff, consider this fair warning to not continue reading at this time. 😉

If there’s one thing you can’t say about my job, it’s that it’s boring. Different patients, different personalities, different diagnoses, different abilities and problem areas, you name it and every day is an adventure. Some days and some patients are more challenging than others, but at least it’s always different. Sometimes the differences can surprise the hell out of you – especially when the patients say stuff that you just DON’T expect “cute little old ladies and men” to say. Read more…

Papa Helps Me

This is probably my most favorite non-psych patient story of my career…better than Lloydy on the Toidy and even better than the guy who called my boss and told her how appreciative he was that I got in the shower with him.

It was early on in my tenure with current Job #1 (I’ve been with them since early 2003) and I was assigned this lady who had broken her Read more…

When Two Worlds Collide

As part of Dobby’s “boot camp” training to be a better, more obedient canine who doesn’t try to be the alpha dog, today Brian, our animal behavior trainer and I went to Petco to find a particular type of collar for her. Now personally, I’m not a huge fan of Petco; it always strikes me as a little ghetto. At least the 2 nearest to my house are, probably because of the low income neighborhoods that they’re respectively in or near (one of them is actually about a 1/2 mile from my house – we’re not the ghetto, though. The next neighborhood down? Definitely ghetto. That’s what Florida is like though…you can have low-income, middle class and multimillion-dollar homes all within a mile or two of each other). But we had already gone to PetSmart and they didn’t have what we were looking for, so to Petco we went. Read more…

And the Walls Came Tumbling Down

For those who read about “Dwayne” last week, I’m happy to say that he’s doing well and I should discharge him in next week, as planned. We were working on some hand strengthening activities the other day, which is always a good time to talk (except for those times where I use the “I don’t have to pay attention to you every single second” time to catch up on my paperwork, LOL!). In the midst of the conversation, he said that he’s had a lot of time to think about his hospitalization and the things they didn’t focus on (the pain in his knee, his cough) and has come to realize that having a heart attack is much more important so he could understand how certain events did or didn’t happen despite the hospital workers’ skin color and/or what country they came from. So apparently he’s now cool with everything that happened and he no longer plans on complaining to whatever powers that be. Knowing how hospitals tend to work, I personally think he still has some valid complaints (Helloooo, doctor walking out of the room while Dwayne was still asking him questions?!?!?) but that’s his issue, not mine and I know it. I also know that a complaint from an 85-year-old crabby guy isn’t going to “fix” a doctor’s poor bedside manner anyway. Sigh.

I have a new guy, “Martin”, who recently had a stroke. Not a bad one, but bad enough where he’ll be doing exercises with me for the next 4 weeks to strengthen his left arm. He’s got some breathing and cardiac issues too, so Read more…

Dwayne of April (or April’s Shower)

I had a patient earlier this year, “April,” who I just loved. She had muscle weakness because of an extended hospitalization and recovery period but was finally home and doing well. She was in her early 80’s but totally with it, quick and, my favorite, compliant. Her husband, “Dwayne,” had been a pharmacist in his earlier years  and he really was a hoot – he had this really gravely voice and had a mouth like a sewer. And besides their obviously having the excellent good judgment for taking my recommendations to heart, Read more…