It was 1983 and I was 17 when I started. I was a young, skinny, damn fool that knew less than Jon Snow.
I worked the floor as a certified nurses aide (CNA) I was trained as a Senior aide, and an Alzheimer's specialist, and as a Medication aide (CMA).
After nine years and the devastating OJI my career as a CNA was ended. Work had to do something with me so the stuffed in medical records.
I was still able to function as a CMA, and did so until I could no longer. So for quite a few years I did both at the same time. Work got quite a deal their....two employees for the price of one.
Loved my residents I did. A life time of richness that I will never ever be able to put to paper. So many beautiful people that have blessed my life. On an equal scale are the wonderful bunch of people who were my co-workers for all these years also.
Tried to leave when I had my children...was told, bring them with you to work. A blessing like no other. Used to have to page my infant son to be returned to my office as everyone would run off with him. Let my CMA license lapse around this time as my back could no longer keep up with the physical demands.
so we round out 31 years in long term care with this picture...
It is 2014 and I am 48 when I left. I am now a old, fat, damn fool, but I know a thing or two now.