Way in the back when I worked in a Retirement Center. It was the ambulatory wing of a nursing home where there was still carpet in the common room and people had their furniture and personal belongings around them if they liked.
I worked four shifts a week on Saturday and Sunday: 7 a.m. to 11 p.m. I helped serve breakfast, lunch and dinner and handed out pills twice or more a day in little white paper cups that had been filled for me by the RN on staff.
After dinner I would wash sheets and towels in the large industrial washing machines. And once I took one of the residents to the doctor's in my mother's car. I don't remember why I offered or was asked. I just remember what happened. While I was gone, one of my people died.
