Let’s say you bought your long-term care administrator an expensive venti tall double-half frappalatte on your way to work yesterday, and he didn’t reimburse you for it. Should you A) playfully...
The ultimate antidote to long COVID of the soul
By
Gary Tetz
Jun 16, 2022
For a “recovering pessimist” like myself, few things are more annoying than being told that optimism is some sort of magic potion. But that’s exactly what recent research, reported by McKnight’s,...
Surviving the night shift
By
Gary Tetz
Oct 06, 2016
In a new study highlighted by McKnight’s, more than 60% of night shift workers reported “poor sleep quality, insomnia and impaired sleep-related activities of daily living.” Reading those...
What to do with the wanderer
By
Gary Tetz
Mar 26, 2015
My very adorable, but now elderly puppy has developed a serious problem with wandering. The last time, he was almost hit by a truck. It’s rather troubling, to say the least. But long-term care providers...
New Year, new choice
By
Gary Tetz
Jan 08, 2015
People have wondered if I was awake to welcome the New Year. I think it’s another way to find out if I’m old, like one of those trick long-term care job interview questions that would be illegal...
Microchips for nurses
By
Gary Tetz
Dec 04, 2014
My dog has a microchip embedded between his shoulder blades, and it’s really setting my mind at ease. So I think it might be time for every member of your nursing staff to get one, too.
Quoth the Raven
By
Gary Tetz
Jul 09, 2020
I consider it an ominous omen. Yesterday on my walk, I was attacked by a crow — three times. Or it might have been a raven. I can’t tell the difference.
An insomniac’s medicine cabinet
By
Gary Tetz
Jan 23, 2020
Wakeful, wandering, grumpy and doomed. These precious words describe our faithful, bleary-eyed columnist most nights.
If this is your sole motivation, it’s not worth it
By
Gary Tetz
Jan 10, 2019
Yikes. That’s about all I can think to say here at the start of 2019 in long-term care.
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...