Journal Entry: Dec. 3, 2015
BACKGROUND:
I received therapy for my broken ankle while I was in the
nursing home. My only time out of my room each day (seven days a week) was to receive
therapy. I came to enjoy those who worked in that department.
Journal Entry:
One of
the male therapists here at the nursing home/rehab center said something
interesting today. His mother does not like to be called ‘honey’ or ‘hon.’ She
thinks it sounds demeaning.
This set
me to thinking. When I was in college, one of the guys on campus who worked for
the food service, part time, always called the girls in the dorm endearing
little names like ‘doll.’ He was in the same fraternity as my boyfriend. One
day one of my sorority sisters who also dated another guy from that fraternity
house and I asked him why he did that.
My friend
hit upon the idea that he did this because he did not know or could not
remember the names of the other girls on campus. However, he had to know our
names.
Here at
the rehab/nursing facility, the CAN’s, the nurses, and the therapists use the
little cute names because it is quick and easy. The environment can be somewhat
cold and daunting to the patients. The use of endearing terms breaks the ice
and is meant to put the patient at ease.
The
Bible says God has a special name for each of his children. Each of us will
find out what He calls us when we meet Him.
UPDATE:
Yesterday,
I underwent an evaluation for the possibility of continuing my physical
therapy. The young woman told me I was doing well, making progress. I could
have continued receiving therapy for 30 days. I explained something to her and
asked for two more weeks. She agreed to my suggestion.
I will see my regular PT woman three more times and then
this evaluator will come back to release me. I am so happy; I can see the light
at the end of the tunnel.
Linked to:enthusiasticallydawn.