met my geriatric patient today
67 yrs old lady, somewat vague and confused at times
but her stories are disheartening
she's a bit wobbly on her feet from the car accident in the 90's
the long list of meds she's on for her many health problems
aging is catching up, memory seems to fail her sometimes
the long grieve for the husband demise years ago hasn't abate a bit
pictures of her families adorned the walls of her trailer home but none of it represent her relationship with them
she lives with her son who's away most of the time because of his job
her 2 dogs she regarded as her own children who seems to take extra interest on me n keep coming close to sniff up so i give a pat or two
i dun really mind them as long as they dun slobbers on me, so leceh to samak afterwards
the house reeks of dog's smell
no surprise to see dog foods n chew toys on the floors
undoubtedly she's depressed even if smiles plastered on the wrinkled face of her
but she's one damn proud woman, won't let us help her to her feet even if her struggle very apparent
after the visit, i paused and acknowledge the simplest truth
life is hard, just have to make best with wat u have at the moment
the way she did
this is one of the little price we will have to pay for being a developed country
the westerners have long struggle with it
they even tell themselves it's ok to be selfish and said i can't do it anymore
dat it's ok to quit to be the caregiver for their elders
kinda reminded of the fact how a mother can take care of her many children but a child not necessarily can take care of his/her one mother
the elders are a growing population
they are not without skills or knowledge or contributions but nature is winning against them, not dat they can help it
although my heart goes for them but i honestly dun think i can do geriatrics
for it reminds me the fragility of life and to think my parents are heading down the same road
just can't bear the thought
67 yrs old lady, somewat vague and confused at times
but her stories are disheartening
she's a bit wobbly on her feet from the car accident in the 90's
the long list of meds she's on for her many health problems
aging is catching up, memory seems to fail her sometimes
the long grieve for the husband demise years ago hasn't abate a bit
pictures of her families adorned the walls of her trailer home but none of it represent her relationship with them
she lives with her son who's away most of the time because of his job
her 2 dogs she regarded as her own children who seems to take extra interest on me n keep coming close to sniff up so i give a pat or two
i dun really mind them as long as they dun slobbers on me, so leceh to samak afterwards
the house reeks of dog's smell
no surprise to see dog foods n chew toys on the floors
undoubtedly she's depressed even if smiles plastered on the wrinkled face of her
but she's one damn proud woman, won't let us help her to her feet even if her struggle very apparent
after the visit, i paused and acknowledge the simplest truth
life is hard, just have to make best with wat u have at the moment
the way she did
this is one of the little price we will have to pay for being a developed country
the westerners have long struggle with it
they even tell themselves it's ok to be selfish and said i can't do it anymore
dat it's ok to quit to be the caregiver for their elders
kinda reminded of the fact how a mother can take care of her many children but a child not necessarily can take care of his/her one mother
the elders are a growing population
they are not without skills or knowledge or contributions but nature is winning against them, not dat they can help it
although my heart goes for them but i honestly dun think i can do geriatrics
for it reminds me the fragility of life and to think my parents are heading down the same road
just can't bear the thought
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