Dead man’s party
EDITOR: Every day is Halloween in California.
California is like a bowl of granola.
Fruits, nuts, flakes, chips, dips, chains and whips, it’s a virtual cornucopia. Fashion is the passion. You go to Halloween parties and you don’t recognize people with their costumes on. Honey is that you? Damn it.
That’s a really sweet costume.
Don’t I know you from somewhere?
Anger management, gender reassignment, Toastmasters, perhaps I recognize you from a meeting, the local chapter of Mensa?
I don’t know why they call it Anger Management. It makes me so mad I have to count to 10. Why couldn’t they call it Cool School? We’re all trying to learn to be cool here. 1234567#@?
I know where I know you from. I ran into you in a little off-beat book store. You were reading a Jackie Collins novel. I’m sorry I thought you were somebody else. Not that you aren’t somebody else.
Perhaps you might want to be somebody in particular. Just the other person for another night? I can go dressed up like an escaped convict and you can come dressed as the warden’s wife. Trust me.
Halloween is that opportunity, to let the skeletons out of the closet. Blow the cobwebs out of your brain. Drink too much, talk to load, and go completely insane. You know, blend in.
I think I’ll go as a good time and see if someone will take me home. Party of one. Get completely out of my gourd. Mad as a proverbial Hatter. Like a Cheshire cat with an illegal grin. Say something completely off-the-wall that would be beyond imagination. Totally deny a moment’s hesitation.
After all, it is not he, or she, or it, or them that you belong to. Freedom.
Not the mask, but the thing behind the mask, that brings me to task.
The moment when the veil is thinnest between this life and the next.
Let the future become the past.
Shed this mortal coil before the final dance. A little restraint, and release,followed by a moment’s peace.
Do not outsource skilled nursing!
EDITOR: I am writing to respond to the Sonoma Valley Healthcare District board of directors’ plan to rid itself of the expense of the existing skilled nursing unit within the hospital in order to save money.
From my family’s personal experience, I must say in the strongest possible way that this is a disastrous plan, and one that could bring lethal results to many in Sonoma.
I speak from experience. My husband was a patient for many weeks at SVH in a critical condition. After being treated in the acute area of the hospital, he was transferred to the
skilled nursing unit where, in my opinion , they saved his life.
The issue here is that when patients need skilled nursing care it is a stepping stone to their getting well enough to go home. For that step to be effective, the patient needs to be within the total care of all that the hospital has to offer, especially the immediate attention of the doctor on duty, day or night.
The path of a patient is not always “steady on.” Patients need the assurance that there is