Thursday, January 22, 2009

January 22


Thursdays are a big day at the Nursing Home where I work. The beautician comes every Thursday and the ladies line up to get their hair done.
A few years ago, a daughter of one of our residents came in and painted scenes on the walls of the beauty shop. Both the men and women enjoy coming here and being pampered.

10 comments:

Darla said...

that's wonderful!

~Just Me Miranda~ said...

Thats so nice. I used to work in a couple of nursing homes, part time when I went to school. I found it very rewarding, just keeping them company there.

sara said...

that is awesome!!! My hairdresser does this on Mondays!

Sara@iSass said...

Grandma used to book her days months at a time, and NOTHING, I mean nothing kept her from these appointments. They once had a fire drill while it was her turn and she refused to leave... I kid you not that poor hairdresser couldn't even go. A) she wouldn't leave Grandma behind and B) Grandma wouldn't get out of the chair! OH man that is funny to remember.

Susan said...

How wonderful that they get pampered!!! Now I'm going to pamper myself and have a very deep, very hot bubble bath and soak my sore tired body. What a treat. What a wonderful thing to have at our fingertips. Hot water, a warm home and bubbles and later in the evening a nice, soft, warm bed. I am blessed indeed.
Susan

Rach@In His Hands said...

My sweet G-ma, who has Alzheimer's, is in an assisted living home right now. One day a week, they get to be pampered a bit, too...it's well deserved!

Sujomi said...

When your hair looks good, you feel better about yourself. I'm so glad they can be pampered - they deserve it!

SaraG said...

Great photo!!
Thanks for sharing such a wonderful photo!

Anonymous said...

Didn't know you work in a nursing home. I've worked at two. You meet some really great people, don't you?

Tami Vroma said...

Mari - I didn't know you worked in a nursing home either. You are a special person to be able to do that. I love the paintings on the wall. I used to work in a nursing home when I was 17. Worked there for a year and then I couldn't take it anymore. I would fall in love with the patients and then they would die. When my absolute fav died I left--it just hurt to much!