Well, I'm the doctor visit guy and the doctor sent home health nurses before when this has happened. They were so snotty and hateful, wanted to dictate to us how we had to live in our own home, other things. And, the dressing they put on the wound caused two more bedsores. We fired them and the doctor, my brother and myself came up with a protocol that works involving antibiotic barrier cream and new skin spray. We manage to clear them up but she gets new ones from time to time. It's a constant battle because she refuses to let us get a hospital bed, preferring to be on the couch in the den most of the time and therein lies the rub, quite literally.
oh, dear. well, i salute you for dealing with those. i had meant to become a nurse, but when i saw a college nursing textbook, with full-color photos of bedsores, i gave up that career. wish your mother would allow that hospital bed. :/
A convent! I guess I'm not surprised. I need my freedom of movement and I found that out early on in my life, am too much of this world, I guess. What you describe would be a blessed place for sure and I'm not certain that you wouldn't find me seeking refuge and peace there form time to time.
We battle bedsores with Manolo's mother these days. The sisters take good care of them but since Manolita just can't move on her own at all it is very difficult to contain them. It's too bad you came across such dictators when you tried home nursing care. :(
Well, it may be an inner longing that I can fulfill in other ways. I have such a connection to a neighborhood here where a lot of folks are trying to make a difference and in the last 7 years have been very involved there. Many have sold their homes in the suburbs and moved into what we lovingly refer to as 'the combat zone.' It is spiritual and temporal warfare it its best. The despair there is undeniable, manifesting in the sickest forms of violence and hatred. Prayer and good works are the only solutions, and being present in a way that isn't a superior pose but a true offer of friendship, equity. Hard stuff but I think this concept of community might be an answer to the insanity. What gives this group a chance is that the people in the neighborhood are not hung up on property and prestige but on survival. Anything that lessens the hard edge of that will get their attention. Prayer spins the place and people who don't even like each other are able to work side by side for the good of all.
If all goes as you plan, when you become a parish priest, you could do something similar to make people aware of their responsibility to God via each other and their enviornment. You could do something like this!!!!!
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It's so wonderful that you take care of your mother. I think people delegate this too much to strangers these days.
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to each other than a nursing home would be,
but we do what we can do.
At my age, I wonder what God actually will do
with me that He hasn't already done.
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with me that He hasn't already done.
You can never know! :)
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the bedsores sound worrisome. has your brother had her to the doctor for them? i don't know how those are treated.
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sent home health nurses before when this has
happened. They were so snotty and hateful, wanted
to dictate to us how we had to live in our own
home, other things. And, the dressing they put
on the wound caused two more bedsores. We fired
them and the doctor, my brother and myself came
up with a protocol that works involving antibiotic
barrier cream and new skin spray. We manage to
clear them up but she gets new ones from time
to time. It's a constant battle because she
refuses to let us get a hospital bed, preferring
to be on the couch in the den most of the time and
therein lies the rub, quite literally.
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We battle bedsores with Manolo's mother these days. The sisters take good care of them but since Manolita just can't move on her own at all it is very difficult to contain them. It's too bad you came across such dictators when you tried home nursing care.
:(
love and hugs for you, my friend... and peace.
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fulfill in other ways. I have such a connection
to a neighborhood here where a lot of folks
are trying to make a difference and in the
last 7 years have been very involved there.
Many have sold their homes in the suburbs
and moved into what we lovingly refer to as
'the combat zone.' It is spiritual and
temporal warfare it its best. The despair
there is undeniable, manifesting in the sickest
forms of violence and hatred. Prayer and good
works are the only solutions, and being present
in a way that isn't a superior pose but a true
offer of friendship, equity. Hard stuff but I
think this concept of community might be an
answer to the insanity. What gives this group
a chance is that the people in the neighborhood
are not hung up on property and prestige but on
survival. Anything that lessens the hard edge of
that will get their attention. Prayer spins the
place and people who don't even like each other
are able to work side by side for the good of all.
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Now I`m going to have to think of where I'd move if I had a ton of moola :-P
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parish priest, you could do something similar
to make people aware of their responsibility
to God via each other and their enviornment.
You could do something like this!!!!!
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