Being a caregiver is full of challenges. My sympathies to those caught up in bureaucratic red tape on a regular basis. Dealing with doctors, hospitals, medical clinics is time consuming, and frustrating.
At the lab, we were recently turned away, because the phlebotomist couldn’t find the diagnosis code on medical forms. A trip back to the orthopedist’s office. There a nurse pointed out, the code had been there all the time. Back to the lab for the second time.
Not that I haven’t had past caregiving experience. It was just five years ago that my spouse suffered a severe wrist fracture. We made it through. That time she was mobile. This time, with a fractured pelvis, she is dependent on the use of a walker.
Handicapped parking spaces are now important. My wife has started getting out and about. Some local restaurants and businesses are more friendly, to handicapped persons than others.
It had been at least 35 years since I last visited a Waffle House. I think it was on a vacation trip to Orlando, Florida. It hadn’t changed much in all those years. Waffle House restaurants–you either love them or hate them.
On line restaurant reviews weren’t always truthful. A local downtown diner/greasy spoon, was a disappointment. The food was mediocre. The place cramped and dingy. Prices were too high.