Friday, August 3
Imagine a building that used to be a Mexican restaurant and then an Italian restaurant. Then imagine taking that building and transforming it into a little rehabilitation facility with large blue mats, mirrors, balance balls, and colorful objects to manipulate. Lastly, imagine this little restaurant shaped rehab facility completely run by therapists under the age of thirty. Shake it all up and you have my workspace. I often wonder what our medicare patients (all 65 plus) think upon entering our own little world of cute and petite (sans the tall men)twenty somethings. Terror, perhaps, that that crazy eighties born generation has taken their pre-baby boom by storm? Curiousity of whether we really know what we are doing- didn't we just graduate from high school afterall?0 comments
Today I sat down with a lovely elderly woman and a gentleman for a game of Rummikub (this is when I revel in my job). She called me "Honey" throughout the game and both patients were so pleasant and polite. Allison (a physical therapist) passed by, eagerly waving and greeting these two patients as though they were family. It was then that I realized how our twenty something staff eat up our medicare patients- they are all the grandparents that we decided to adopt and love- whether these people want it or not! We think they are adorable or wise or must have been rebels in Catholic school. The best part: when they decide to love us back.
posted by Jenny Friday, August 03, 2007
