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This is my page on Home health and what it was like to work as a CNA (certified nurses asst.) I started out working in a nursing home, I loved the people I worked with, The only problem is I felt I couldn't spend enough time with each one, I took care of 15 to 20 people each day . I wanted to give quality care, so I went in to home health how I loved that. I spent about 2 hours each visit. I learned about their families, their joys their sadness in life. I also learned that each one still had so much more to give. I would still be working in home health except we had so many Medicare cut backs that it put most small company's out of business, it also limited who qualified for home health. Most of the people I took care of ended up in nursing homes, it's a sad time in our lives when we can't keep our elderly people in their own homes.

The Certified Nurse Assistant Our Prayer

As I enter into my place of calling
I ask for strength as I help those in needing
Hide my tears for the sick and aging
and let my smile be the hope they're seeking.
Guide my hands as they do for them
The things they cannot do, and we take for granted
Allow my eyes to see those things
that make my stay with them a blessing
Provide the words I need to speak
To let them know I love them so.
As I do my work throughout the day
It is for my residents that I stay,
and for my residents that I pray
 

Warning...(Jenny Joseph)


When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.