My precious friend, Joy (whom I affectionately call Pickles and I have no idea why---it just seems right) made some great points in her latest blog post...she's one of my Blisits (Blogs I Visit). Anyway, in talking about men being "bad" patients, I have to agree in so many respects!!! But, as a Patient Advocate, one of my jobs is to make sure our patients are more than satisfied with their hospital stay. I LOVE LOVE LOVE my job---and believe me, it's a JOB--but, one thing I've learned that make our men patients happy is a (drum roll please)...REMOTE CONTROL!!!. You know how it is. You're in an uncomfortable bed, your boohiney exposed to the world by those attractive gowns, and there's that dreaded remote control that makes you loop all 68 channels to get back to the channel you want!! But not at "my" hospital. I learned early on...hand the man a REAL remote control and he's a happy camper! Yep. Simple. I bought about 5 one day and tested my remote theory. In fact, one precious patient was so enamored by his stay and his personal remote, that he actually made a donation to our hospital to ensure that I had plenty of those medical gadgets for anyone needing one!!! Yep. That did it. So, now, if you come to 'my' hospital, you'll not only get the best medical care, you'll also have your own remote control---ahhhhhh....talk about "The Life of Riley"!!!!
A touch about me:....Life is a hoot and worth living to the fullest. That's not to say it doesn't have its share of bumps...it certainly does, but as a counselor, I know the value of talk therapy and, as a woman, I know the value of friends. I'm a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a child of God. I have balance. I'm still young enough to have fun but old enough to not need the social pretenses that comes with the days of young wifehood. I'm free! My prayer is that my family stays healthy, I improve the world each day, and that I arrive wherever I'm going wearing shoes that match! Join me...share with me...let's have fun! Love, Sidney