On Dec 30th Doris was scheduled to have the screws in her knee removed.. These screws are a result of her falling a year ago and breaking her femur. She had been complaining her knee hurt, the screw hurt, etc...
The screws were removed without any problem, with one of them having broke. No wonder the screw was poking out and hurting.
Fast forward 10 days ~ the day to have the staples removed....
I told her we needed to leave 1/2 hr earlier than we actually needed to be there. History has shown me we will be late if she knows the actually time..
I drop her at the door & park, She finds a seat while I get her checked in...
I hear her (across a full waiting room) talking to someone about horses... She used to have an appaloosa stallion. (I disliked him after he threw me) then on to Mary Maxim a craft catalog.... I'm still wondering how those 2 relate to each other..
As I sit down next to her in a very loud voice she declares every woman her age needs a husband like mine.... I replied I believe he is too young for you & I'd like to keep him....
Everyone started laughing.. I'm encouraging her to talk lower & she's just not getting it. She decided every mother needs a daughter with a husband like mine... That works for me
She sees a special needs girl with her dad, very loudly she said look at that mongoloid girl, thankfully neither the girl or her dad heard her. I once again try to quiet her down to no avail...
A lady sitting way to close to us was wearing bright pink high heel shoes... Doris very loudly says You think I should get a pair of pink shoes like hers? I whip around & said don't be catty, you walk with a purple walker how are you going to manage high heels... Once again everyone is laughing. I'm ready to die & can't look at the poor lady with pink shoes for fear of a nasty look.
We finally see the doctor, get the staples removed & we are off
She needed to sit by the door & catch her breath. I pulled the car up thinking she would be watching for me, silly me, She is looking all around the lobby, checking people out, totally forgetting I am waiting... I go back in & she looks surprised, you're here.... Yep I am. As we head home & I replay the last couple hours in my head I think this is why I blog....
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