Mom’s stroke reminds us of need for nearby medical care

My mom has endured a long slog since she suffered a stroke in early October and was life-flighted to Salt Lake City. She has been worked over pretty thoroughly by the University of Utah Hospital, with a first stop in intensive care, then on to rehab. But last week, Adrien told her various medical specialists that she’d had enough of their needling, and that she wanted, in no uncertain terms, to come home.

Taxpayers pay for musical chairs

It’s hard to not be a little bitter. To feel a little used. To have “professionals” from the big city come on down to little old Moab and help us deal with our problems, only to have them leave because our style doesn’t fit their lives. To have them leave when they really had no intention of staying. To have them leave after they’ve jacked up salary levels that are beyond prudent budgets and could be spent on more meaningful things than inflated payrolls.