after my first week of HATING it with a passion, i've settled into a defeated state of acceptance. i'm starting to warm to the old dears. theres this one tiny old lady millie, 90*, known to spontaneously deliver a musical version of 'jack and jill'. yesterday she told us several times that her lunch money was stolen, and she really must go home because her mum is expecting her home from school. we explained that she's staying with us for a while but she sporadically cries help! (in a non-distressed way actually) to which one of the other nurses replies in song "i need sombody"...help! "not just anybody" and everyone has a laugh.
they can be quite naughty, these elderly women. theres another, more mobile old lady, aggie*, who every morning sweetly insists "oh no i had a lovely bath last night thankyou, they were ever so helpful" which is never true. you have to catch her off guard when shes wandering around the ward with her zimmer frame, lead her innocently into the shower and tell her to take a seat, but that only works every now and then.
on the odd day when i imagine getting old (rather than dying glamourously for some noble cause at some pre-senile age) i think i wouldn't mind being a "pleasantly confused" but feisty little old lady.
*names changed and artistic liberties taken with 'the facts', so relax you confidentiality freaks :)
3 comments:
oh erin, you are so beautiful. let's be crazy old ladies together, i will drink gin all day & we will reminisce about the good old days with our mates willow, buffy, xander. thanx for the postcard
i love you xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Like if I'm old and blue-haired, and I turn the corner in Istanbul, and there you are, I won't be surprised... because you're with me, you know?
ohmigod. i want to cry.
but i'm at work. supposed to be working. not crying.
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