How "'Murica" is helping my Dad kick life.
I wrote this while my Dad was in a skilled care facility. I forgot to post it.
Nurse, “He doesn’t need morphine.” Head Nurse, RN MBA, “Give it to him.”
My Dad is in Hospice… let me lay this out, “hospice” is not a cute little cottage place where terminally ill people go to die in style, grace and comfort, it’s now just another cog in a monsterous medical money machine. Hospice is now a life style choice and a fashion statement with a social media presence, a tidy and sanitary way of checking out, and is in it’s own way helping said medical money machine suck the last bucks from someone who has been sitting on his wallet with his extreme prejudice for 89 years.