“Well, gosh. Just my luck.” I don’t know for certain that’s how the Pennsylvania nursing home housekeeper responded after being fired for using bad language at work. But regardless,...
Go ahead, TSA. Make my day
By
Gary Tetz
Nov 05, 2015
“That TSA agent made my day.” You don’t hear that sentence very often. On any list of unlikely utterances, it’s right up there with “Those Republicans and Democrats really...
Don’t forget to look up
By
Gary Tetz
Nov 05, 2015
For long-term care providers who usually only check the sky to see if it’s falling, the recent harvest supermoon lunar eclipse brought the chance for a fresh perspective.
Lincoln at night is the cure
By
Gary Tetz
Oct 22, 2015
Anyone worried about the macro-challenges perpetually facing long-term care, and the country, should spend some quality time with Mr. Lincoln — preferably at night.
LTC crisis facing LTC
By
Gary Tetz
Oct 08, 2015
I feel a little dirty even talking about this. But there’s disconcerting news from the world of hand washing, and no amount of anti-microbial goo will sanitize some very frightening statistics about...
Conventional wisdom
By
Gary Tetz
Oct 05, 2015
It’s long-term care convention season again. You can feel it in the air. Strange, troublesome urges start to take over.
Left with the geraniums
By
Gary Tetz
Sep 24, 2015
Some things probably shouldn’t require a law. Kittens shouldn’t be water-boarded. Toddlers shouldn’t have to work in coal mines, at least not in the dark or winter. Seniors in long-term...
Over the falls
By
Gary Tetz
Sep 10, 2015
Here’s how yesterday felt in my endless pursuit of long-term care-related service and perfection. As challenges multiplied, I’m pretty sure I was strapped inside an old wooden pickle barrel,...
Zen gardening for LTC
By
Gary Tetz
Sep 04, 2015
Here’s my naïve and rather radical gardening philosophy — it should be an act of joy, not stress or fear. But another striving human I know, along with a few people I’ve met in long-term...
Staffing: solved
By
Gary Tetz
Aug 27, 2015
When I was a wee boy living in the Canadian wilderness, we needed to dig a well, so my dad hired a creepy-looking guy called a “water witch” to wander the property holding a forked stick out...