If I
were to indulge for one moment in dreaming of winning the lottery, I would
build a special hotel for disabled and long term chronic patients along with their
caregivers who cannot afford a holiday, but badly need respite from their daily
struggles. I dream of building a luxurious facility solely for this purpose,
all rooms with electric beds and safety features, en-suite disabled friendly
bathrooms, appropriate activities and entertainment, healthy nutritious cordon
bleu cuisine, professional trained staff familiar with the needs of chronic
patients and disability, along with on site nurses and doctor to ensure the visitor's
medical care and well-being during their stay. As any Parkinson's patient is
aware, keeping one's mobility is vital, so I'd add a team of physiotherapists who
would hold sessions each morning, and hydrotherapy available for those who
enjoy and benefit from being in the water. There would of course be a beautiful
garden with flat wide paths meandering through a canopy of blossoming trees
giving shade to the many comfortable seats along the way, breath-taking rose gardens, and something of interest to catch the
eye at each turn. My dream hotel would be the perfect retreat for anyone
disabled or suffering serious health issues, using the latest state of the
art technology and careful planning.
Unfortunately this is just a day dream, and I have no way of making it come to fruition. Winning the lottery is as likely as finding a four leaf clover, so I guess it's back to reality! The laundry basket is overflowing, the floors seem to constantly be covered in dog hair, the sink is full of dirty dishes, and I'm sitting here in my pyjamas for everyone left home early this morning before I managed to get dressed.
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