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A few years ago my daughter-in-law sent me a tip on a job. It was a foster Grandfather thing and even though it looked interesting I didn't follow through.

I recently had to go on unemployment and in my job search I found the foster Grandfather thing again through the Northern Arizona University. Here in Bullhead City they team up with Beacon of Hope, a hospice, and they do their hospice jobs with them.

I applied and have done all the paper work that includes finger printing and a heavy duty background check. I'm sure these precautions are done because of the horror stories in foster care and caregiving. The ones that have had molesters with children and vulnerable old women completely helpless and in beds. So I will be patient and endure the long wait.

I have been reading the manual and it's quite interesting. Although I don't fully remember the privacy matter titles (the acronyms) I understand that above all I cannot discuss anything about any of the people except with their doctors, nurses, home caregivers (daughters, sons and spouse) the insurance company and the hospice. Above all, the privacy of the patient is the core of all.

In doing this study I have answered some of my own questions. I always wondered why my doctor always gave me sheets and sheets of information when all I could see was writing from the top of the page to the bottom of the page. I'd always take them and put them in my doctor folder in my file without reading them.

It's because it's a federally mandated practice that all doctors, nurses, hospitals, doctors offices and now me must understand fully and abide because it's the law!

This brings me to Bill my next door neighbor. I have known him for 18 months now and I've always "tolerated" his meaningless rants about his doctor's letter's. Today he received a letter 5 days late from the health provider through Medicare. It detailed treatment that he received 5 days ago and it had him riled and he ranted and ranted. The bottom line is that he thought a bill was coming forthwith. I explained to him that this letter was mandated by law to tell him what he was eligible for.

In reading my manual I have to be able to read the minds, in a manner of speaking, of the patient/clients. The manual states what you have to look for in signs and attitude. What I see in Bill is a sign that he may be in the beginning stages of dementia or Alzheimer's. I will keep watching him and be more tolerant and kinder in my responses. I will also have to recommend him to Beacon of Hope for assistance.

I think I am going to like this job if I am approved for it.

There Were Different Sections Here For All Of

The Blogs , Forums , Games , Quizzes etc. ?

You know when you log in and see who is online and

Maybe read a profile of maybe someone not too far away

(As per profile anyway ) ?

And you drop a line as you are both logged in but they do not

Reply as they are bloggers / poets Just examples

There is no real way of knowing. There was a lady not too happy

Here lately that people were making friend requests without getting

To know her which is fair enough. But for all we know maybe that was

Their way of saying they liked her blog How Can We Know ?

People get slated for posting and not allowing replies ?

It is their perogative and within the rules. I will sign off by saying if one person

Sees a glass half empty but another sees it half full it is scientifically possible for

Both of them to be correct .


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Happy Blogging
Sean

I am filled with despair.
We live in a culture filled with rage and bitterness and greed.
The hate momgering and racism is reaching a frightening pitch..

This has been a long and winding road,sadness and pain but most of all gratefulness that a beloved has been spared for yet another day. My voluntary caregiving is not over yet as I have taken a few hours to come up take air and rejuvenate.Hospice volunteer work is not about death. It is about life. It is about the moment, the hour, the time you spend serving. When I signed up to train as a volunteer, I did not know if I could do it. Our society does not spend much time, money, energy, or thought on our last days, thus my knowledge of the process was minimal. Having trained and experienced firsthand the process, feelings, and journeys of others’ ultimate passage has made me a much more thoughtful and wise person. What is really important has surfaced. My life has more value.As my life and schedule have changed during my volunteering, people ask me if I plan to continue to volunteer, or if I have time to volunteer still. My answer is that I cannot imagine not volunteering. It is a part of me. It is an intricate part of my life--my spiritual nourishment. It is a great gift to me. My greatest hesitance or fear is that I am getting more out of it than I am giving.Hospice has clearly put so much into their organization, and that makes me feel as I do about volunteering. The training is thorough, and the staff is superb. The best part of my day is when I meet someone and share that I am a volunteer at Hospice. There is usually a pause, a clarity in their eyes, as if refocusing, and then the conversation continues almost on a different level. They automatically know something about your heart and about who you are. They know you are real.
I was not able to wish anybody for the festive season as I would have`loved to but the blog I posted became nasty and I did not want this to effect me in anyway as to rub off on the patients I was going to give my love and attention to.I now wish each and every living being,be it human ,animal,friend,acquaintance or those that dont like me “Follow your passions, believe in karma, and you won’t have to chase your dreams;they will come to you.

Telling a depressed person to "snap out of it" or "just be happy", is like telling a deaf person to listen harder.

Two nights ago she could not breath, had chest pains. She is in the hospital with enlarged heart with fluid around it. Thank God she didn't have a heart attack. She will be on oxygen the rest of her life. Less than a week ago she celebrated her 80th B-day. She is such an angel to anyone and everyone. Thank you.

Is to disparage, denigrate, belittle, depreciate, criticize and attack

'NO CONTACT' IS THE ONLY WAY TO SURVIVE THE DEGRADATION AND THE SHAMELESS ATTACKS.....

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Medical research has confirmed that dating site members with multiple profiles often do this due to a traumatic experience in their childhood. Be it missing the bus and having to walk 5 miles to get to school or something more serious, like having your mother force you to lean over the casket and kiss your dead grandmother.

Medically, it's called Multiple Personality Disorder or MPD.

Whatever the case, they are known to resort to outlandish tactics to gain confidence with the other members, often by picking on one or more members in an attempt to bully or discredit them. However false, this does give them an authoritative sense of security and that odd personality feels they have accomplished something... enough where the more dominant personality comes back out again and they seemingly appear normal.

If you should know someone who suffers with MPD, please contact your nearest mental health clinic as they have trained professionals who are available to help.

There are several different treatments multiple personality disorders that may include talk therapy (psychotherapy) and more importantly medication. Although treating dissociative disorders can be difficult, many people learn new ways of coping and lead healthy, productive lives. The option to rejecting treatment could lead to things more serious like entering into multiple romantic relationships that hurt the other parties concerned.

It's been a while since I had a doctor older than me. The guy I used to go to for 20 years was a pain sometimes. Every year was a physical that included the reflex mallet and pressing around my abdomen. Once, the blood work came back with some abnormal reading and I had to go for an ultrasound of my gallbladder. It turned out the error was in the test. But that didn't stop my doctor from checking. He also pressed around my kidneys asking "Does this hurt?" Glands in my neck and throat, stethoscope to the heart, lungs, neck. Turn my head and cough? Yeah, I got that examination too!

Blood work had a test called PSA for Prostate-Specific Antigen. That's the one physical test my family doctor didn't do. Regardless what the PSA numbers showed my insurance required a yearly visit to a urologist to 'check my oil' and perform a prostrate examination.



The old family doctor doctor didn't have a chance to bring in a partner, retire and fade away, instead he died in his sleep forcing me to find another doctor. I went through many in less than 10 years and all were younger than me.

Knowing my fiance (at the time) was awaiting a visa, I selected a Chinese born doctor schooled in America. That's when I realized they really don't train them the same way anymore. She's lost without her iPhone and all the doctor's I've seen since then have the same protocol. They look a test results and prescribe medicines not from memory, but from their phones.

Currently, I'm assigned to a clinic with 20 doctors. If I cannot wait for my primary care physician (PCP) any doctor on staff is available. Convenient, but I'm thinking they are all newbies.

What happened to the old school?