Things I Think by Gary Tetz
If you didn’t make any New Year’s resolutions, you better be prepared to explain why.
It would be one of those sympathy shows, I figured, the kind where you go home acknowledging the performer more as a historical artifact than as a still-vigorous artist. “How good could she really be at this age?” I even caught myself wondering.
The growing use of a lazy trend in text communications makes me weep for the future of real compassion and empathy.
That’s right, it’s my birthday. I’ll pause just long enough for you to feel bad about not yet wishing me a happy one.
Our long-term care facilities are apparently under ongoing attack, and we desperately need a hero.
Call it a blessing or a curse, but give me a life experience, and I’ll connect it to long-term care in 300 words, or your money back.
It might be best to start creating some ground rules for how we’ll be observing PDPM Day in the future.
Resist the urge to rush outside and attach jumper cables to your earlobes — for now.
Once again, science has undermined the foundation on which another of my excuses is built.
I choose to believe I have friends, and chatted with one of them recently in the lobby of a nursing home. I felt the conversation was going extremely well. I listened attentively, and contributed interesting nuggets and wry witticisms on various long-term care topics. Every non-verbal body language signal she sent supported my perception of…
Those adorable flying insects buzzing around and bringing cheer to your long-term care facility right now? A new study reveals that they’re probably infested with and spreading terrifying superbugs.
Like a real-crime podcast about murder. That’s the way we need to tell the story of our long-term care staffing or funding woes if we want anyone to actually pay attention.
We hear a lot about Medicare for All. How about if we start with Privacy for All, and see how that goes first?
In long-term care, we deal with the unexpected all the time. Many of the people we serve are there because something unanticipated happened, crashing into their lives like a no-warning tsunami — or a tamari bottle falling from the sky.
It seems that people who have the most hostility and difficulty coping with stress as young people don’t remember things as well as those with the least.
After receiving a flash of unexpected insight straight from the universe, I can finally say definitively: The P in PDPM is for ’possum. And, yes, there’s a story to tell.
While walking the beach this morning, on the Atlantic Coast where I’m taking an alleged vacation, I happened upon a marooned jellyfish left high and dry by the receding tide. Just a lifeless, weirdly beautiful blob of 95% water slowly evaporating in the sun. My first thought was, “Yeah, I’ve felt like that.” Maybe you…
Here’s how you’ll know I’m sincere in my desire to celebrate some of long-term care’s most uncelebrated people. I’m willing to spend the next two hours trying to get the Word program to stop autocorrecting CNA to CAN.
The troubling news that the Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services is conducting a “comprehensive review” of nursing home regulations hit me like a truckload of giant boulders dropped on a homeless camp.
“What must that be like?” It can serve as a mantra, helping us view each interaction, no matter how painful, with acceptance and resilience.