With a pandemic continuing unabated, and now hurricanes, floods and wildfires ravaging large swaths of the nation, I don’t know how many more apocalyptic horsemen the long-term care profession is slated to face or can withstand.
How fondly I remember the old days, pre-2020, when Googling “long-term care news” yielded different results
It seems like every third word I write these days is about the importance of masks. This has clearly become an obsession, and I need professional help to break it.
There aren’t enough covers to pull over my head anymore.
Finding joy in the difference you make is perhaps all the inspiration any of us needs.
How are those masks working out for you? My glasses are as perpetually fogged as a car windshield after prom, and I do enjoy sounding like Charlie Brown’s teacher.
I consider it an ominous omen. Yesterday on my walk, I was attacked by a crow — three times. Or it might have been a raven. I can’t tell the difference.
I’m in the club now. I got tested for COVID-19, and the experience was exactly as disconcerting as feared. The man in the mask, gown, gloves and face shield brandished a swab that looked long enough to roast a marshmallow over a campfire. He deftly snaked it up my nostril, through my brain and out my ear.
It turns out there might be one type of administrator who is more personally susceptible to this vile virus now plaguing humanity than any other.
This horrible, no good, very bad pandemic that’s keeping family members and long-term care residents apart is also strengthening their connection with staff in new and gratifying ways. That’s my observation, at least, gained through a video conferencing window into daily nursing home life.
