Hospice


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Had my training for becoming a Hospice Volunteer today. It was incredibly organized and informative. They don’t mess around–a bit different from the Soup Kitchen, I must say. Of course, it’s a whole different ball of wax. They depend on Medicare/Medicade  funding, so must tow the line, even when it comes to volunteers. We are dealing with patients, so have to follow the same guidelines that any healthcare providers do.

Luckily, having spent so many years in the business, I’m familiar with most of it–and how to deal with death and dying, and families, but it was great to get a brush up and hear their take on things.

The group was pretty big, with kids from high school right up to senior citizens. There was even another female paramedic! Only two males though, as the group was mostly women. It seemed like a really good bunch of folks willing to do a whole range of jobs. I wish I was more talented, so I could provide special things, like singing or music, but hopefully I will give something in my own way.

Once all my paperwork, tests etc. pass, then I’ll be clear to go around with a mentor and finally begin my own work with the patients. Some have no family of their own, but some just need extra. Many (most they said) have dementia or Alzheimer’s disease so might not recognize us from week to week. But that’s fine. As long as we can provide comfort of some sort.

I have some ideas of what I can do. And I’m honored to share this sacred part of someone’s life. To help give someone a good death is important. That transition can be so difficult, we must try the best we can to make it as easy as possible. For everyone: the patient and the family.

And so I step into this realm once again and take this journey with them, hopefully with something to offer.

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Pitbull: Scam Or Smart?


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So I was swimming today with my underwater MP3 player on…yes, that’s right, I listen to music while I do my laps. And on came Pitbull and I was struck by his music–well, actually, that’s what I was struck by…his ‘singing’ shall I say. Did you ever notice the guy doesn’t really sing? He really talks all his songs. I wouldn’t even call him a rapper per say, not in the sense that I think of rappers like say Eminem. Or even Niki Minaj.   No, Pitbull, just sorta talks his songs and invites other famous singers to do the singing. The lyrics are usually very sexy and catchy for sure. Probably to make up for the fact that, well, he’s not even very good-looking. I mean, when you get right down to it and really look at his features…yep, not so much. Am I dissing  him as an entertainer? Well, I already told you he’s on my headphones blasting away as my workout song. And who am I to say what works…the guy is surely rich and famous. He puts it all together somehow and when I watch him, hear him…well, I wouldn’t throw him out of bed for eating crackers. Just sayin’!