Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Going to Bellingham

Well I am off work today to go to a doctor's appointment in Bellingham. It is 60 miles away so it takes half a day to go for a 1/2 hour appointment. I might as well make a good day of it and shop at Costco and go see the movie "The Passion". I will give my critique tomorrow maybe.
I found this great poem about an old lady in the hospital. I visit my dear friend Hannah that is 88 years old and in a nursing home. She cracked her foot a few days ago because they were "rushing" her. She screamed that her foot hurt and they ignored her thinking she was being lazy. Two days later they x-rayed and found a crack in her foot!! The place is not my choice, but her son stuffed her in there and went back to Australia. He comes back twice a year (on her expense) to visit her and take things from her house. He hates me because I take her milkshakes once in awhile and take her out to lunch. She is a large lady and he wants her to starve and lose weight. My gosh, she is 88 years old...let her eat!! Here is the poem.
An Old Lady's Poem....

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice,
"I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill....
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman ...and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer, see ME!! ....

(This was for you Leslie)