Why some people want universal health coverage. Why some want simple, basic care with a little kindness.
This is why. Some hospitals think it's okay to sprinkle in the odd debt collector into their staff, and share data that is protected by HIPAA.
All I have to say: Accretia, please publish a list of your customers. It will make life easier when choosing a provider.
When I want care, I want care, not harassment.
Stay tuned...
"Fear paralyzes; curiosity empowers. Be more interested than afraid."-Patricia Alexander, American educational psychologist
Showing posts with label kindness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kindness. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
A classic
Just another reason why someone needs to leave this book out on the break table at the Hotel. We can't change everything, but we can change ourselves, one person at a time.
What I learned in kindergarten:
Share everything.
Play fair.
Don't hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don't take things that aren't yours.
Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Play fair.
Don't hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don't take things that aren't yours.
Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Labels:
dynamics,
everything,
kindergarten,
kindness,
knowledge,
team
Friday, December 30, 2011
Seven survival skills
Stuff I've taught Bubba over the Christmas break from school so far...
1. This is a washing machine. This is how the clothes go in (adding detergent, etc.) I don't know if he's old enough for it to stick, but it can't hurt trying.
2. This is the dryer (refer to #1).
3. These are sharp knives. Be careful (as I nick my finger with the chef's knife I just got sharpened today.)
4. While Mom and Dad drive old cars, you need to know how to get out when the doors are locked. These old fashioned things are called buttons. Pull them up to get your door unlocked. If that doesn't work, slide across the seat to the other door. Voila! It opens (even if it sets off the alarm). Do not sit unattended in the car in the driveway and cry when you can get yourself out.
5. This is a key. It opens the door. Use it.
6. Life is too short not to have pumpkin pie, cookies and cakes for the holidays. Be certain to add in a few fruits and vegetables, too.
7. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Be kind. Say please and thank you. And tell your family and friends you love them when you see them. You may not get a second chance.
1. This is a washing machine. This is how the clothes go in (adding detergent, etc.) I don't know if he's old enough for it to stick, but it can't hurt trying.
2. This is the dryer (refer to #1).
3. These are sharp knives. Be careful (as I nick my finger with the chef's knife I just got sharpened today.)
4. While Mom and Dad drive old cars, you need to know how to get out when the doors are locked. These old fashioned things are called buttons. Pull them up to get your door unlocked. If that doesn't work, slide across the seat to the other door. Voila! It opens (even if it sets off the alarm). Do not sit unattended in the car in the driveway and cry when you can get yourself out.
5. This is a key. It opens the door. Use it.
6. Life is too short not to have pumpkin pie, cookies and cakes for the holidays. Be certain to add in a few fruits and vegetables, too.
7. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Be kind. Say please and thank you. And tell your family and friends you love them when you see them. You may not get a second chance.
Friday, December 16, 2011
There really is a Santa Claus
1. Congress passed a budget extension. Guess they were afraid of what might happen on Christmas morning. (or Hanukkah, which is even closer, or Kwanzaa...pick your day).
2. Some people don't just go out and give in the traditional ways. They drop in from no where and make it happen.
3. Even if you can't give a lot, you can make a difference.
To top it off, my group won the Hotel holiday decorating contest with a wild idea from up north. Yes, sirree!
Mr. Marine, you've got it right, it is a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and a Maximus Festivus here in RehabLand.
2. Some people don't just go out and give in the traditional ways. They drop in from no where and make it happen.
3. Even if you can't give a lot, you can make a difference.
To top it off, my group won the Hotel holiday decorating contest with a wild idea from up north. Yes, sirree!
Mr. Marine, you've got it right, it is a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and a Maximus Festivus here in RehabLand.
Labels:
act of congress,
budget,
decorating,
difference,
hannukah,
holidays,
kindness,
kwanzaa,
Merry Christmas,
Santa
Friday, November 26, 2010
The kindness of strangers
Yes, I was enjoying my day off shopping on this Black Friday. We shopped early, but enjoyed the lull between the early shopping crazies and the lunchtime shoppers. Bubba had a blast.
When we rested for a short time, I set down my purse. I didn't even notice it until later in the day when I went to look for my cell phone, which also happened to be the most valuable thing in there. (I keep my wallet and keys on me at all times). I started calling around to the stores I was in, to no avail.
Later, I went back to the stores tracing my path. Lo and behold, I found the purse at the bookstore. The lady told me someone found it in the back. I had been trying to call the phone four or five times before I got it back.
"Honey, it's been so loud in here, we never noticed."
Profuse thanks to the bookstore staff. We frequent the store often and will continue. You are all the best.
When we rested for a short time, I set down my purse. I didn't even notice it until later in the day when I went to look for my cell phone, which also happened to be the most valuable thing in there. (I keep my wallet and keys on me at all times). I started calling around to the stores I was in, to no avail.
Later, I went back to the stores tracing my path. Lo and behold, I found the purse at the bookstore. The lady told me someone found it in the back. I had been trying to call the phone four or five times before I got it back.
"Honey, it's been so loud in here, we never noticed."
Profuse thanks to the bookstore staff. We frequent the store often and will continue. You are all the best.
Labels:
black friday,
day off,
kindness,
shopping,
strangers
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