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Waffles and Well-Being
From extended hospital stays surrounded by faceless people in masks to longer nights where loneliness and fear serve as companions, caregivers remain prone to feeling adrift and disconnected.
Longing for recognizable landmarks that signal safe harbor, caregivers face the challenge of "re-anchoring" themselves—often in a storm. But it doesn't have to be complicated. During my wife's surgeries in Denver, I stepped into a Waffle House near the hospital. I love Waffle House. I grew up going to Waffle House, but we now live in Montana, and there's no Waffle House in the whole state!
In Denver, where I knew few people, everything required learning and adjusting. But stepping into the local Waffle House, familiar sounds, sights, smells, and tastes flooded over me. For a few minutes, I reconnected and felt at home. Grabbing a take-out order, I took it to the hospital to share "the familiar" with Gracie.
While we can't always change the disorienting circumstances we find ourselves in, we can find new ways to connect to things that settle our hearts. Sometimes, it's as simple as a waffle—with pecans (and chocolate chips for Gracie!)
I have always loved Waffle House. It's been like an oasis in the desert many times late at night after one of my concerts. —Trace Adkins
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By Peter Rosenberger4.8
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Waffles and Well-Being
From extended hospital stays surrounded by faceless people in masks to longer nights where loneliness and fear serve as companions, caregivers remain prone to feeling adrift and disconnected.
Longing for recognizable landmarks that signal safe harbor, caregivers face the challenge of "re-anchoring" themselves—often in a storm. But it doesn't have to be complicated. During my wife's surgeries in Denver, I stepped into a Waffle House near the hospital. I love Waffle House. I grew up going to Waffle House, but we now live in Montana, and there's no Waffle House in the whole state!
In Denver, where I knew few people, everything required learning and adjusting. But stepping into the local Waffle House, familiar sounds, sights, smells, and tastes flooded over me. For a few minutes, I reconnected and felt at home. Grabbing a take-out order, I took it to the hospital to share "the familiar" with Gracie.
While we can't always change the disorienting circumstances we find ourselves in, we can find new ways to connect to things that settle our hearts. Sometimes, it's as simple as a waffle—with pecans (and chocolate chips for Gracie!)
I have always loved Waffle House. It's been like an oasis in the desert many times late at night after one of my concerts. —Trace Adkins
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