Too often in my life I have said that I would like a fresh paper under my mouth. Because although I have my salivation and cheeks relatively well under control, I can't influence some factors. A mask that constricts my face, for example. In addition to pain, this also has the effect that the pressure on the secretion-producing glands results in incessant saliva production. And because the bands of the mask squeeze my cheeks, it all runs out immediately. And how you can't see that I'm lying 2mm deep in my drool after the suction is a mystery to me. And I'm tired of begging to be cleaned ten times a day, two or three times a week depending on the nurse, a hundred times a month, well over a thousand times a year.
Ich möchte auch nicht mehr dauernd daran erinnern müssen, dass der Patient vielleicht irgendwann mal essen sollte. Oder eine Inhalation angebracht wäre. Es betrübt mich auch, sarkastisch auf eine Frage zu antworten „Ich liege seit über zwei Stunden ohne Lagerung da, was denkst du, warum ich nach Schmerzmittel frage?“.
Because I am a solution-oriented person, I have a plan. Put up digital picture frames all over the flat and on the smoker's balcony and in the guest toilet that show live what needs to be done. I made a mock-up once. I think it shows quite well in which direction it should go.
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