Sigh. After a 3 day weekend its hard to go back to work. The good news is only 2 more sleeps until vacation begins! Am just beginning this blogging adventure and this very first entry will be short (a) because I'm supposed to be showered, dressed, and in the car by now, and (b) I'm still figuring out the mechanisms, backgrounds,etc of my site...I
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My mom's terminal illness was COPD with its associated problems. She was 74 (shy a month) and had long outlived her generation; I think she was ready to die.
When we do last minute admits, there simply is not enough time to get everything done
I hear you on that. My mom died about 34 hours after she got into the hospice house. But how sad for someone to die while you're in the middle of trying to admit them!
other end of the spectrum are the patients who simply refuse Hospice Given that people used to fear going to hospitals because "that's where you go to die" I am quite sure hospice carries all that baggage and then some. After all, hospice is *expected* to be the last stop on the way out ( ... )
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I grew up in Tucson and prefer it to Phoenix, where I live now. It's just that I have such a good circle of friends and a decent job that I haven't been induced to leave. I'm working on my masters degree and will probably apply in Tucson once that's in hand (although anywhere in Arizona will do.) I've kinda got sand in my shoes, as they say. I love to travel and visit other places, but this is definitely home.
Sedona is wonderful scenery, to be sure; as a long-time Arizonan, though, it's kinda a shame how gentrified and over-the-top new-agey it has become. Back when I was in college (1970s), it was just a cool place to go hiking around; now it feels like you need to have a visa (or Mastercard lol!) to be allowed in past the borders.
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