A Better Day

What a difference a day has made. Just a week ago, I lamented over the temporary staff’s care. It can be a feeling of horrendous helplessness for a patient of unfamiliar or unskilled caregivers. I’m thankful it does not happen often. It’s not easy being disabled and unable to care for yourself. However, on mornings like this morning, I am grateful for those who care and go out of their way to show it.

Butter and syrup—just like I like it. Pancakes. The cook asked if I would like one, and I am sure glad I said yes. It has been a long while since I enjoyed eating one. Other cooks could never get it right. I had one fluffy, light brown pancake this morning, though, with a crusted ring around the edges, swimming in butter and warm syrup.

I continue to do due diligence to avert and hold those who refuse to perform their jobs accountable. It’s been a slow process, but we have made great progress. However, we are now regrettably regressing with a few people.

I don’t need people who care about me, but every individual must care to do a good job when performing their responsibilities. Working together, we can help make a change. Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human. Viktor E. Frankl. Challenging poor care and advocating for every person who can’t speak for themselves is my job, as well as everyone who cares, Simplysaidbysimon. ALS—Accomplishing Life’s Scenarios. Thanks, Jilliane.