I’m not a big fan of either big pharma companies or the witch doctors (my term for the peddlers of every herb with a list of diseases that it cures). But I have to say that there are a few supplements that I’ve become a believer in. You’re still not going to convince me that alfalfa tablets are the cure for cancer or the common cold. But I’m convinced that some of the alternative medicine out there is worth checking out.

For instance, I’ve been taking an Omega-3 supplement. I can really tell a difference. I don’t forget things as easily. I can concentrate longer. And as an added bonus, my skin is not nearly as itchy and dry. Dry skin is something I’ve suffered from my whole life but since starting Omega-3, I hardly use any lotion at all.

As someone who spends a lot of time around nurses, I just wanted to take a minute and thank my lucky stars for the kind women (and men) who have made nursing their career of choice. It is so comforting to have a strong and able nurse who knows just how to help me out of my wheelchair and up onto an exam table. I have benefited from the knowledgeable nurses who have taught me how to care for my feet and avoid complications.

And I know there are exceptions, but almost every nurse I’ve ever been in the care of has been so kind and thoughtful. One time, the night before I was to have surgery, I was pretty nervous. My nurse, whose name was Carol, spent over an hour just helping me talk through my fears. She didn’t have to. But she did. So I take my hat off to nurses everywhere. Thank you for all you do.

So I live in kind of a small town. People here are great and I love my neighbors. In fact, they are so friendly and are always checking on me because I live alone. I like to take my power wheelchair around the neighborhood in the evenings. Everyone say “hi” and asks me how I’m doing.

But the other day, I had a question about my utility bill. I had to go into the city offices. Of course, the building is compliant with wheelchair ramps and automatic doors. But when I went up to the counter to ask my question, the counter was really high and deep. This meant that it was incredibly awkward to try to have a conversation with the lady. She tried to show me a few things on her computer screen and it was simply impossible for me to stretch my neck up to see it. She was so nice and I knew she felt bad. But how hard would it be to have one counter that was set up to serve citizens in wheelchairs?