Showing posts with label hospice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospice. Show all posts

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Patience and Patients.

Some days, (most days), I have my own agenda.  I have a bunch of patients to see, in a particular order, all over the greater Michigan area.  In my head, every patient will be sitting in their room, smiling, and waiting for me to visit them.

Not even close.

Today, I had to be a patient little music therapist.  My patients were busy living life today, and I had to wait my turn to spend time with them.  I sat through the rosary, a communion service, a "four corners" and a "cover all" bingo...do you know how long a "cover all" takes in a nursing home?  ;)

It was a good thing that I had my school marm, or librarian, or "someone considering entering the convent" outfit on today.  (which is also appropriate because my first stop was indeed a convent!)  A solid peter pan collar and sensible shoes kept me grounded...and patient, all day.


Peter Pan Blouse:  thrifted
Cranberry Cardigan:  thrifted
Corduroy Duck Skirt:  best thrift of the week
Dansko Oxfords:  First purchase with first ever paycheck after college (wow these are old!)
Sensible shoes last forever people!
Chicken:  Dolly Parton, ran up to mom when I got out of the car, wanted to be held.

Wrapping up the work week with a "Cowboys and Campfires" party at a nursing home tomorrow 
(Yes to any excuse to wear cowboy boots to work!).  

xoxo, e.

Friday, August 3, 2012

"Keep Your Powder Dry...

....Off ya go now."  Said the sweet man.

Sometimes patients of mine, and their families, become special.  This husband and wife duo have become just that.

When I read the notes before I went to visit my little old gal this week, they stated, simply, "Hospice aid set patient's pin curls while her husband went fishing."  These are my kind of people, and I adore them. My gal is from Tennessee, and has a sweet and  thick Tennessee drawl to prove it.  Her husband fishes every morning, bringing home a cooler of spoils each day before breakfast.

This week I took them a box of veggies from my garden and some eggs from the coop.   His simple response was "Well now.  Can't beat that."

As I was leaving, he took me back into his garden and insisted on sending me off with 2 beautiful purple peppers.  Good, old fashioned, simple values.  Veggies for veggies.  Kindness for kindness.

As I walked down the driveway he yelled "Keep your powder dry, off ya go now."  I know this old colloquialism from a Harry Nilsson song as covered by Neko Case - Don't Forget Me.  The phrase references the civil war era, and was commonly used among the soldiers, as in, "Keep your gun powder dry and always be prepared!"  Hearing it from him just made me smile.


Ed filleting his morning catch.

And then the sweet dear asked me to sing her this....


Have a perfect weekend!   xoxo, e.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

My Blue Heaven.

Well, the asparagus is a foot high, the eggs are still in the coop, and the dishes are all put away wrong....mom must have been at a conference!!  And so I was.

While it may appear that I have a happy go lucky existence of cocktail hours and running through the field followed by majestic chickens and well dressed children, I do actually hold down a full time job.  And, like most working mommy professionals, sometimes I need a little rejuvenating.

I've been attending a series of conferences the last few years to get a special accreditation to tack on to my credentials - officially making me a "Hospice Music Therapist."  And, for the last four days, I have been thick in the trenches,  14 hour days, back and forth to Detroit, home and to bed.  While I crawled into bed each night spent, this is what music therapists do to get rejuvenated.  We lock ourselves up with other music therapists for days until we all are brimming with love, excitement, and new music to share!

So I guess first lets do Hospice 101.  Anyone meeting criteria with a 6 month or less diagnosis can be on hospice.  Sometimes people are on for a day, sometimes for three years.  The earlier the better...because, along with your death, we want to make the remainder of your life beautiful and comfortable.  We want you to enjoy the time you have left in a pain free, comfortable existence.  Hospice is covered 100% by Medicare, and sometimes by private insurance.  The government mandates that this include a home health aid, nurse, chaplain, social worker, and volunteer.  Amazing hospices, like ours, also offer music therapy, which brings us to....

Music Therapy 101 -  The use of music to attain non-musical goals.  A music therapist has a full music degree with lots of counseling, psych, and the like.  Lots of school, lots of practicums and clinicals, an internship...lots of training.  We are board certified, and work with about any population you can imagine...psych units, special needs children, prisons, etc.   So a nurse or the doctor will write me an order to see a patient, not to teach them to play guitar, but to address some issue that the whole hospice team is working on - only I get to do it with music.  So typically we're talking things like pain management, agitation or anxiety, quality of life issues, respiratory issues, spiritual issues, etc.   Sometimes I'm singing Patsy and Hank all day, and sometimes I get called in when it's go time to sing people to heaven, literally. I am not opposed to climbing on your bed with my guitar and just being with you so you are not alone.  I mean it people...I will climb on your bed and cuddle you.

This is getting long winded, so lets cut to the chase.  I just spent four days with some of the most amazing, talented, and gifted therapists around.  We laughed and cried.  We sang and played.  We had a special five hour gospel course on Sunday given by the lovely Taryn Thomes (seen here teaching us a perfect little song to use with patients)  (conferences are full of little burst-into-song moments), and you talk about going to church?  It was church in that room that day.  Just soul moving stuff folks.

So, my point is, I feel so rejuvenated.  I can't wait to try all my new knowledge this week... look out dying people...I'm a comin'.

And, thank you to the beautiful blond with the unruly curls for teaching me this one...


And, we got a puppy because, oh, because why not?   Miss Beatrix Cesarz - we call her Trixie ;)



And thanks to Joe and my mother in law for holding down the fort...clean house, hot meals...you can put my dishes away wrong anytime!