Dad's Nurse Lisa

In the short time I spent with her this morning, Lisa impressed me deeply as an experienced, compassionate, calm and wise nurse, and I am deeply indebted to her for the way she treats my father (and, I'm sure, all of her patients). What would we do without people like her? How do we reward them for their contributions? How do we make sure that the values she displays get imprinted on the universe, in place of the ones we see all too often? Lisa recently took up playing the harp, so we conversed a little about begin adult beginners on a musical instrument.

Notice the special blue blanket I bought for Dad. After Lisa finished giving Dad his morning bath, she arranged his blanket nicely on the bed, and went looking for some canned peaches for him.

I investigated rehab center Option #3 at lunch time: six miles/ 20 minutes away. The location isn't nearly as bad as I thought. It's a crowded place, with a large pediatric ward. Children usually love my father, so maybe having access to a ward full of children would be a good thing.