This is my last week with my current volunteer schedule. I told the A.T. on G4 last week that today was going to be my last day. Since she's going to be off for two weeks starting tomorrow, the patients were "spoiled" today. We had coffee and current events instead of exercise. I think it was too stuffy in the hospital to be doing exercise anyways. After handing out the cups of joe, the A.T. let me take one of the patients out on a stroll. I knew the guy wasn't a usual patient that liked to go out on strolls. He usually just stayed near his bed. His wheelchair didn't have the feet rest and he dragged his feet while I tried to push him. He feel asleep when we were going down the elevator, so I decided to take him back. Since I was gone for less 5 minutes, the A.T. exclaimed that I was back. She then called me in the dining area and surprised me with a gift and card signed by most of the residents I've worked with (the one's that still had mobility to sign a card). She told me she wanted me to take the patient out on a stroll so she could have everybody sign the card. It was so sweet. During my time on G4, I felt so horrible that I couldn't converse with the gentlemen. It worked out at time, but I still felt frustrated. Nonetheless, I'll miss the patients dearly. The A.T. said didn't need me for the rest of the day because she was planning to do paperwork. So, I went up to fifth floor to visit the patient I met on G4 the first day. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. *sigh* I might try again on Wednesday.
The rest of the day was spent with Connie and Sharon. I walked to Stones and later to State. Connie lost Sharon when Sharon went to computer lab. We met Theresa on the way back to the mall. For lunch, we went yum cha on Noreiga (we shall pay you back, Connie!). Then, we helped at the church where Connie works. Kids... I'll help them out long distance, but being around them gives me a headache. I thought I softened up because the elderly act like kids sometimes, but no. Kids are totally different. I don't hate them (most of the time). They just get on my nerves.
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