So I seriously haven't blogged since 4/23.... Eek. I really have a great excuse.. I tore my meniscus in early April... Finally had surgery on what was suppose to be the first day of our vacation to Zion National Park in Utah. I put off blogging which was the best decision since I had a bad attitude toward everything, everyone... especially Granny...
As I was sitting on the couch, unable to move without crutches, I was getting a play by play description of the birds on the feeders.. What they were doing, how they were doing, where they flew to, etc. I quickly made my exit to the basement with my knitting, dt coke and peanut m&m's for the day.
As I sat listening I took notes, some of things are pretty funny....
Granny asked the nurse who was checking her pace maker: Why do I keep getting these whiskers on my chin? The nurse replied: hormones... Granny: I thought those were all dead.....
To me: You sing pretty good, you could be a Tiny Tim, tip toe thru the tulips.... It's time for a woman to be a Tiny Tim....
Granny: When my father in law got married to Helen, She had to go on birth control....
I was so surprised... I thought she was hoping for a bucket of starch on his side of the bed...
(I guess starch was the Viagra of the day)
Granny: If you stand her and take a picture of the neighbors home and send it to them anonymously, tell them we can't see their house because of that tree....
I replied, well all they have to do is stand & will be able to figure out who can't see their house....
you won't be anonymously anymore
After our joint hair appointment @ Karen's Country Cuts
Granny: Oh your hair looks so much better! It was long and stringy before....
I do believe there is a compliment in there somewhere..
Last week I made a doctor appointment because Granny was short of breath
She needed to get undressed for her EKG.
Me: you look really nice today
Granny: Well I even wore my bra & boob, it's uncomfortable, maybe you can carry it out
Me: There is no way I'm carrying your bra and boob out in the office....You will wear it home....
Then off to get xrays:
I park in front of the hospital, get the crutches, go in explain the ole gal needs a wheelchair.
A gal comes out and they wheel her around, down to xray, back to front door, I get the car, get home
Next day: talking to someone about her lifeline necklace....
Granny: I don't have my necklace.
Me: Where is it? When did you have it last?
Granny: why I don't know.
I narrow it down to xray, figures since I didn't go into the room with her this time....
We head out to the hospital.. I crutch all the way to xray to find out it is at the front desk......
Thankfully we got the necklace back. Now need to write her name on it....
Yesterday was the eye doctor appt:
Granny immediately made friends with another elderly woman & her daughter... She proudly proclaims I am 76 & I live with Julie....
The elderly lady says I am 82 & I live alone....
After both ladies (granny & elderly friend) went back to their respective rooms I chatted with the daughter...
Who is really the daughter in law, who is 72!! Her husband is an only child so they can't spread the joy of helping.
She is almost 20yrs older than me & we clicked right off. We have so much in common it was scary.
We are living the same life except she has to go to her mother's apartment daily....
We wished each other the best as we parted. It was refreshing....
Last night a group of girls (We missed you Cindy & Val) & I went to see The other woman...
I haven't laughed so hard in forever. It was awesome to get out & think of nothing, laugh with friends. I can be my catty selfish self & the girls don't judge.. I said something (which I won't share) My friends started laughing & said I'm so glad you shared that with us.... said something about it's out of your system now & you won't say it out loud....
Now those are true friends....
