Monday's Missives

When The Flags Are Furled And The Bugles Fade was to be the title of my autobiography. Someone said,"It's taken." though. Drats.






• The kind of stuff I like that you won't.




• When a male patients dementia leads to violence they become the victims of same (or neglect) when staff finds them too hard to deal with and when I assume responsibility for their care they are often filthy, poorly groomed and have undiagnosed skin problems. I don't deserve the credit because they are more passive by the time our paths collide, but it's my thing to get them assessed, fixed up and dressed nice etc. A patient once had a nearly full beard- he looked like a derelict. The family wasn't around so I didn't know whether to leave him an awesome stache or not so I squared him away and left one any porn star or fireman would be proud of.






• "Do you think Kevin will be mad?" The question his dear 93 year old wife asked when she couldn't take it anymore and had someone shave it off.


• No, of course not my dear, but The Mustache Club Of America will be losing one of our oldest and most respected members.





• I do dream about the war (rarely though) and sometimes it is the funny stuff like the time I caught my friend Joe cutting a smiley face into our LTs hair, 





• Oddly, I seem to dream fairly often about WWI- a war I've read about some, but nothing like WWII and forward to modern theory and history. 



• "You don't seem like the settling down type anyway." - a recent text.