My mom still has it. Claire always prided herself on getting things done. And if you had to push a bit, she wasn't afraid to do that. Brian (I don't have picture of him?), an older man who just doesn't look like a chaplain but he's a darn good one, came into her room and asked what was on her mind.
"It's election day" She replied, "and I want to vote. How can I do that from here?"
A very good question.
But Brian looked into it and figured something out and, by the end of the day, everybody in the "medicare unit" of the skilled nursing unit who wanted to vote was able to. I don't know how that was done or even if it really was done. Doesn't matter.
Claire thought she should be able to vote and got it done. That's my mom. As far as I'm concerned, she's a great candidate for rehabilitation.
Go Mom!
Picture taken Thursday of last week during the day of the Care Plan at dinner in the Medicare Unit dining room. With my brother.
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