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I'm going to hell
Sep. 21st, 2007 09:41 pmI went to the doctor to get a routine blood test yesterday. The office I go to does not accept insurance, but I still go there because I trust them and I've used them forever. Most of the patients are over 65 because they DO accept Medicare.
I was alone because we had the babysitter yesterday. There were about a dozen women in various stages of old. They all had beauty parlor hair and crooked makeup. Half of them had walkers or were in wheelchairs. Some had their "girls" with them to help them get around.
A middle aged guy came in with his mom and then his sister followed with a huge clear ziploc full of bottles of pills. He said, "Looks like you're really sick." I said, "Actually she's stopping at the high school after here to see if she can score a few bucks."
Insert mutual chuckle.
About five minutes later, one of the wheelchair ladies recognized a friend with a walker. Here's how it went:
Wheelchair Lady: Hi!
Walker Lady: Hi!
Wheelchair Lady: You're catching up to me (referring to the walker).
Walker Lady: You look wonderful!
Wheelchair Lady: Thank you.
Walker Lady: Really, your hair is brown now, and your face (gestures to her own face) looks very nice.
Wheelchair Lady: (nods)
Walker Lady: So how are you?
Wheelchair Lady: Good. You?
Walker Lady: Not so good. I had to get a pacemaker and they punctured my lung. I was in the hospital for three weeks.
Wheelchair Lady: Oh I'm so sorry.
Walker Lady: How's your place?
Wheelchair Lady: It's great, but I don't get out, and I have to have a girl with me all the time (gestures to her aid.)
Walker Lady: Me too.
Wheelchair Lady: You look really nice.
Walker Lady: You too. What have you been doing?
Wheelchair Lady: Not much, but I do get to go to dialysis three days a week.
I had been making eye contact and chuckling with the son/brother guy. When she said the dialysis thing, I lost it. I had to cover my mouth so they wouldn't see me laughing. It was just like a sitcom. I left out a few more "You look wonderful"s because there were probably half a dozen in the short conversation.
Oh, and sister/daughter was saying that the last time she was there with the mother, a guy died in the waiting room. She said that his pen dropped and then people realized he was unconscious, then one of the doctors came out and revived him, but knew he shouldn't have. The guy died later that day I guess. The brother said, "Wow, I wonder how long HE was waiting."
I'm awful. I know it.
Getting old is certainly better than the alternative.
I was alone because we had the babysitter yesterday. There were about a dozen women in various stages of old. They all had beauty parlor hair and crooked makeup. Half of them had walkers or were in wheelchairs. Some had their "girls" with them to help them get around.
A middle aged guy came in with his mom and then his sister followed with a huge clear ziploc full of bottles of pills. He said, "Looks like you're really sick." I said, "Actually she's stopping at the high school after here to see if she can score a few bucks."
Insert mutual chuckle.
About five minutes later, one of the wheelchair ladies recognized a friend with a walker. Here's how it went:
Wheelchair Lady: Hi!
Walker Lady: Hi!
Wheelchair Lady: You're catching up to me (referring to the walker).
Walker Lady: You look wonderful!
Wheelchair Lady: Thank you.
Walker Lady: Really, your hair is brown now, and your face (gestures to her own face) looks very nice.
Wheelchair Lady: (nods)
Walker Lady: So how are you?
Wheelchair Lady: Good. You?
Walker Lady: Not so good. I had to get a pacemaker and they punctured my lung. I was in the hospital for three weeks.
Wheelchair Lady: Oh I'm so sorry.
Walker Lady: How's your place?
Wheelchair Lady: It's great, but I don't get out, and I have to have a girl with me all the time (gestures to her aid.)
Walker Lady: Me too.
Wheelchair Lady: You look really nice.
Walker Lady: You too. What have you been doing?
Wheelchair Lady: Not much, but I do get to go to dialysis three days a week.
I had been making eye contact and chuckling with the son/brother guy. When she said the dialysis thing, I lost it. I had to cover my mouth so they wouldn't see me laughing. It was just like a sitcom. I left out a few more "You look wonderful"s because there were probably half a dozen in the short conversation.
Oh, and sister/daughter was saying that the last time she was there with the mother, a guy died in the waiting room. She said that his pen dropped and then people realized he was unconscious, then one of the doctors came out and revived him, but knew he shouldn't have. The guy died later that day I guess. The brother said, "Wow, I wonder how long HE was waiting."
I'm awful. I know it.
Getting old is certainly better than the alternative.
