Can Someone Eggs-plain This?

Yesterday I heard on the news that one of the top 10 most dangerous foods is eggs.

Next I hear that some people have doubts about the H1N1 swine flu vaccine as it is grown in eggs, which some people are allergic to,  and hasn’t been fully tested.

Commercials with Sesame Street’s Elmo are going to be promoting swine flu prevention to families.

Maybe Elmo ought to remind us not to lick the spoon when Mom’s mixing up cake or cookie batter, either.

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The Little Black Hat

Posted On October 1, 2009

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“You don’t really go see your mom every day, do you? ”

Yes, just about.

“Well you don’t really have to go.”

No, it’s a choice.

Mom is a lot like a two year old now. She has goods days and bad days. Some days she is very tired and cries for no reason.

On other days, her voice is strong and she has quite a bit to say. I don’t know which days those will be, so if I don’t go, I might miss one.

And like a two year old, she’s sometimes paying more attention to her surroundings that you might think.

She also needs to be fed. Would you want your two year old going to bed hungry? Well I don’t want to trust that the staff is going to take the time to adequately feed my mom like I do.

Sometimes Mom tells me, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Last night Mom was crying after dinner. It was the second night in a row. I’m told stroke victims sometimes can’t control their emotions and cry for no apparent reason.

Later I was ready to leave when the new Good Nurse came in to check if some ointment had been left in mom’s room. This is the first time I’ve seen a night shift nurse going into residents’ rooms and checking up on things. I decided to stay to check up on the aide who was going to put Mom to bed to make sure the ointment was used. Yes, I was tired, but it if was important enough for the Good Nurse to check on it, I could wait another half hour or whatever was needed to make sure it was used.

The aide came into the room a few minutes later. She didn’t have on a name tag but she had a nice smile and pleasant demeanor.

All of a sudden Mom’s face brightens up…..and with great enthusiasm she tells the aide, “I love your hat!”

The young black woman was not wearing a hat.  But she did have a fashionable haircut that was kind of spiked, creating an outline reminescent of a stylish little black hat from the ’30s or ’40s…the kind with a  a little plum of feathers sticking up.

I was glad I waited.