I wanted to write about the overly-medicalized stereotypical images of caregiving a lot of people carry around in their heads, so I entered the word “caregiver” into a search engine and then clicked images.
Before retirement, I was a college professor and did brain research. One night, to treat my research team, I ordered pizza and since my lab was tricky to locate, gave instructions for the driver ...
"Divorce papers finally came through." "I'm sorry Tony."
It was an old feud - one of the oldest. Man versus hill.
You catch yourself looking at other people’s chairs lustfully. Your chair doesn’t say anything, but you both know it’s over.
By the time the end of June rolls around, I will be either 63 years old or dead. I’m betting hard on the former.
When getting to know someone new or training a caregiver, I always make a point to tell them that when they spot something amiss with my appearance to let me know and/or just go ahead and fix it.
"Anything new in Spinal Cord Monthly?"
College is a time for experimenting, right? I had always wondered, so I thought that I would give it a try.
"Sal's. Best ramp in the city."