Note: I am departing from the travel column to share with readers what I have observed in the decades caring for seniors and observing their good and bad habits.
When I was 15 1/2 years old, I worked as a nurse’s aide at Lowell General Hospital in Massachusetts. No candy striper gig, I saw and did what no girl my age should working in medical-surgical, newborn nursery, operating room, psych ward, and emergency room, often questioning “Are you sure I’m supposed to do this?”
Off and on in my journalism career, I’ve often been between jobs and gone back to senior home care, as I believe journalism fosters arrogance because we can go anywhere and ask questions, and there is nothing more humbling than changing an adult diaper…