Why am I fixated on bedsores? You haven't asked but others have. Even when I explain it the looks are telling. Poor thing they seem to say. I get this especially from the parents of my daughters friends. She attends a private Christian school and many of her friends are affluent. One girls mother asked my wife when I intended to get a proper job. Seeing me in a crowd finds some of them steering away from me in hopes of avoiding a casual conversation. All my conversations lead, in the end, to bedsores. Who can blame them.

    Since I have lost nearly everything material in this quest for the bedsore solution I have had to get two jobs, both considered menial and somehow "improper" in order to sustain my daughter in this school. My wife has too. We each work very hard, seven days a week for less than I used to make in my very "proper" job alone. Restoring the nest egg does not seem humanly possible but retiring our debt is a worthy enough goal. My work is physically demanding, 50 hours of it anyway. Boneweariness is a companion of mine. Sleep is a luxury.  Yet this blog creeps into existence; I cannot help it. But why bedsores?

    Because dear reader you must hear this and respond. Not to me but to your heart. If I cannot move you in the heart with this story I will pray for you. Bedsores are killing our frailest in great numbers. Bedsores are leaching precious dollars from health care delivery system at a rate that is unbelievable. Bedsores are depleting health care professionals of the compassion necessary to maintain the caregivers heart. Most importantly, bedsores provide a clue into real meaningful solutions to what ails this system. One needs not have great intelligence to grasp it. It is simple to understand. But one must have a heart that is big enough to care. The hollow man is deficient in his heart. 

    The solution to what ails healthcare today is in that microcosm that is the distance between the nursing station and the bedside where "the mean sheets" need changing. A quantum paradox exists in this space. If only someone at Sun Microsystems cared enough to think it through with me I could demonstrate the first steps to reordering the delivery of healthcare in America such that quality would improve as cost declined. The key is in an understanding of the bedsore problem. Far from being inevitable they are blot on our soul. 

    In the posts that follow I will try to stick to this point. At least until someone responds or news breaks that triggers something. But even other news will be tied back to the inevitable bedsore. It is that kind of thing with me. Being on to something is the only thing that penetrates my boneweariness. I thank God for it.