Whew. What a day yesterday was. A client attacked me, a client's knee collapsed, sending him down the last three or so of a set of stairs, and a client scratched (gouged) the inner arm of another client. Three incident reports on one shift. All was quiet at Junk Food Client's house, and then I had Cousin Day which was fun, but kept me up past 10:30.
It was all pretty quiet at work until about noonish, when a client attacked me. He has several things going on here.
First, he has had brain surgery, which means he is brain injured, and has lost some impulse control (Brain injured people often have major outbursts of anger over nothing.)
Secondly, he lost his eyesight a couple of years ago and is now in the "anger" phase of grief over that loss.
Third, he is a big guy who has somewhat of a history of using his size to threaten people, even before the brain stuff and blindness.
So, he was calling another client names and flipping him and a staff member off. Staff prompted him about that, and went to get his regular staff. I was there, and I have known this guy for three years since I started with the company, so I said "Maybe it's time for a break. Let's find a quiet side room so you can calm down in private" and he said no, and then hit me with his cane and backed me up against a wall, shouting in my face with all his might, and putting his elbow literally in my face, against my cheek. SCARY!
The program director, another big guy, had to take him down literally to the floor to get him under control. It was shaky, but there was work to be done and I finished my shift, and then cried when I got out of there. Last night, too. Couldn't sleep until I'd written it all out in my journal...which meant after midnight for sleeping.
As we were dealing with Mr J Of The Temper, Mr K fell down the stairs and then laid there for a long time, just absorbing all our attention and solicitations and sympathy. Ugh. And then I saw the deep scratches on Ms H's inner arm, from where Ms T had reached over and grabbed her. Neither Ms H nor Ms T is verbal, so no one knew Ms H was hurt. whew. We sent Ms T home with instructions to her daddy to trim her dang fingernails.
Cousin Day was fun. I've lost enough weight, my ankle doesn't hurt any more, and I participated in the kick ball game! yahoo! It was fun! I like having enough energy and health to do stuff like that.
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there is always KFC at these things, but I brought the pulled jackfruit BBQ and my sis brought a salad, and there was a salad there that was SO YUMMY made with many fresh herbs all throughout. YUM. And I had a biscuit with gravy on it
ah. what a day. I'm praying for the angry client. I will move away from his vicinity if he gets freaky again. Which he will.
oh, at my work, if a client harms another client or a staff ON PURPOSE (the girl who scratched the other client has the mentality of an eight month old baby, so...) the staff involved decides the consequences. in this case, the young feller lost his cane at my discretion. He gets to maneuver in his world for a few days without his blind stick. I'm the third person he has hit with it. If he's going to use it as a weapon, he is going to lose it. Period.
here's praying for a calm day. Amen.