Slowly figuring out that the elderly population is not one of the age groups I want to work. It may be the experience I'm getting from the facility but most of the residents seem just to be depressed or mad they're there... In rehab for this week, we did what we always do; Ice. After, my peer and I went to Activities which was in the area for residents who were not mentally capable to be alone where I was then very uncomfortable. We used this parachute game, and bless their hearts, most were not that into it. One lady, when I was asked to wheel her in for the game, looked at me and asked, "What's your problem?" She seemed like she was not having me that day. When I told her I didn't have a problem in the most respectful way possible, she goes, "I don't believe it," going on with her business. I was then informed she does that to about everyone and my nerves calmed a little but for that moment I was just really self conscious. Some of the patients are so sweet, like the man who reminds me a lot of my grandfather that I met right before the break ended with his southern roots and love for fishing and of course the class favorite resident who almost everyone adores. This week just wasn't my week; but I learned that working with all age groups is really what I would like, not just a specific one.
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