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Topic: BUSY (08/15/19)
- TITLE: Still Wednesday?
By Judith Gayle Smith
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Life reared its unremorseful head Monday morning. Lazying in bed until 9:50 am, I flowed on a bright floral-caftan and seven Hawaiian leis to share with lei-less friends. I ran a brush through my bed-head hair, jabbing in artificial flowers and butterfly pins to control the shaggy mess. A hurried pass with the splayed toothbrush, a desperate rub of healing cream to soothe the red scaling around my forehead, nose, and flaking dimples. I thudded myself into my power chair and rushed to the Puzzle Room by 10 am.
My gal pal, hard at work on something gorgeous, warmly greeted me, and I parked myself close to chat. Eyeballing the clock after a half-hour of gabfest, I mused aloud as to why I was the only Cribbage Player to show. Gently, she said that the Tuesday morning Cribbage gang was not expected to play until Tuesday.
Well, at least I remembered the Luau. Great entertainment, decor, food, and atmosphere. Looking so forward to taking a romantic photo with my sweetheart Cribbage mate, who immediately fled the scene after indulging in the fantastic cuisine. No picture taking for him. I very much desire a better photo with him than the one that we posed for at the New Year's party last January.
Tuesday morning Cribbage. No one showed. Went to play Cribbage with my love at his place. Sound asleep. Cranky, I let him sleep and raided his refrigerator. I am on this crazy eating pattern of only eating from ten in the morning until six at night. Over sixteen hours without food. I grabbed a granola bar and a huge tablespoon of crunchy peanut butter, followed by a cup of softening red grapes. He's trying to lose weight, and I mourned the loss of the chocolate-covered graham crackers...
I barely finished scarfing the crumbs when my friend hustled himself from bed to bathroom. He, being hungry, rushed us off to lunch in the dining room where I fussily scolded the once-hungry me when I saw the menu. Roast beef - so tasty and tender - stuck a fork in it and the meat flowed onto it. Gravy and smashed taters - tastebud heaven. Having to pack some of the yum to enjoy later, we high-tailed it back to his room to play double solitaire and veg over hot cocoa. Then I remembered - bingo across the way, filling with folk fast. Have to tell sissy who was cheerfully eating in the dining room.
I playfully pulled my wheelchair-seated sister (she is seventy-seven, fourteen months older than me) to hustle before the "good" cards were gone. We arrived, settled in where she joyfully won two games. She shared her prizes with me - such a sweetheart. We headed back to our Assisted Living palace, "choo-choo training" back the way we came. But we unexpectedly acquired a caboose.
Now very carefully pulling two wheelchairs, I wove our way to a speed bump. Yelling "big bump" repeatedly, I gently humped over the lump when I heard a thump followed by a wail. My beautiful sister had attempted to ride with me over the speed bump. Prior rides, she always stopped and maneuvered her chair without risking life and limb. But my sis, being the ever-thoughtful soul, worried about our "caboose." She lost her grip on my chair and tumbled forward, scraping her knee nastily.
Nurses, medical technicians, and friends crowded around her. I turned to see her lying with her head on the gravel. My first thought was she hit her head. Praise God - she was alright. Just a bloody scrape - no embedded stones. I guiltily "walked" through the day, getting scolded by many for my "choo-choo train."
Topping off this woeful day, my boyfriend expressed extreme concern that I was overly enthralled with my computer. (I played word games with friends online when he left for a few moments for whatever reason.) I had no time to go online except for sporadic moments when we weren't playing cards or eating. Annoyed, I hustled my computer home.
Still miserable, I played "Hand and Foot" with friends after dinner. I prayed for common sense. I once had a brain that truly worked.
Morose, I stayed with my sis until three am, indulging her love for "Mannix."
I normally go to bed about twelve am, slathering on lotions, slapping my c-pap on, and "plugging" in my audio Bible to soothe my crazies. Staying up for "Mannix" didn't help.
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