Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
I'm fine, thanks, just fine
Went to the dentist yesterday, a minor filling. The dental assistant was pleasant, maybe in her frowzy mid-fifties, very talkative, which I like. After the filling, the dentist left and Maggie tried to help me up out of the chair. 'I'm fine," I said, struggling to overcome Bad Back Wonky Hip syndrome, reaching for my purse. She hurried to get it for me, and hovered, I swear, hovered, over me...
She kept asking if I were okay, if I needed help, was I dizzy--and she continued to hover like an officious hummingbird, ready to grab me if I staggered.
I suddenly felt like a fragile old lady.
When I finally managed to break free and get out of the room, she was right at my elbow, and once or twice I could feel her trying to take my granny elbow and steer me. I said, you're on my blind side, I can't see you, so forgive me if I walk into you...
She accompanied me to the office and told everyone there what a good patient I had been, in a slightly raised kindergarten voice, and finally left. She did ask once more if I was going to be all right and I assured her I was fine, just fine.
And now I understand what a disservice we do to older people by insisting they be as old as we think or insist they are. It unsettles them to be regarded as too old to move without help, to have their freedoms restricted by the young and nervous, to be asked continually if they feel okay...I'm fine, really. Just fine.
She kept asking if I were okay, if I needed help, was I dizzy--and she continued to hover like an officious hummingbird, ready to grab me if I staggered.
I suddenly felt like a fragile old lady.
When I finally managed to break free and get out of the room, she was right at my elbow, and once or twice I could feel her trying to take my granny elbow and steer me. I said, you're on my blind side, I can't see you, so forgive me if I walk into you...
She accompanied me to the office and told everyone there what a good patient I had been, in a slightly raised kindergarten voice, and finally left. She did ask once more if I was going to be all right and I assured her I was fine, just fine.
And now I understand what a disservice we do to older people by insisting they be as old as we think or insist they are. It unsettles them to be regarded as too old to move without help, to have their freedoms restricted by the young and nervous, to be asked continually if they feel okay...I'm fine, really. Just fine.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Just sayin'
-17 degrees Fahrenheit
-27.2 degrees Celsius
245.9 degrees Kelvin
-21.7 degrees Reaumur
442.67 degrees Rankine
Monday, February 9, 2015
Friday, February 6, 2015
Something for a Snowy Saturday Morning (6WS)
Sat and watched this whole thing, learned a neat new way
to take tight corners, too...
to take tight corners, too...
Sunday, February 1, 2015
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