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aging, gracefully, grave, learning, Life
Vuillard: Old Woman In An Interior (Photo credit: deflam)
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nearly ninety, her eyes bold
spewing a presence untold, angry grave robber
of her own empty plot
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JAM 14April2012
Collective Status: “Grave”
14 Saturday Apr 2012
How is your elderly friend doing?
Healthy, all things considered, Dr said it was mild and she is under physician’s care but Lordy her negative attitude toward everything is multiplying by the nano-second. I just spent about 9 days in a row helping her, despite her vitriolic tongue, and she said, “look at you jumping around my place like you are fucking madonna or something… get the fuck out.” So I did. For now
If it sounds unlike her (and it does, but then I don’t know her), have her family talk to the doctors about drugs. sometimes they linger in elderly folks and make them act funny. Alternatively., sometimes they give them stuff that makes them act funnyl We get mad at the patient instead of the treatment …
Then again, my Mom, who was the sweetest person, got terribly nasty in the year before she died. It was completely out of character for her.
Unfortunately, this woman’s character has always been ascerbic. That’s why I found her so familiar in so many ways all those years ago, she is as one cousin deemed my own mother, “caustic.” A sarcastic humour is one thing, but out and out abuse is another. The closer we become, the more I learn about why she has no friends at all, her family are uncomfortable being around her and she cannot keep hired help more than a few hours before they quit. It’s really quite sad, Elyse. I will continue to help her as and when I can but there is only so much one person can do. She has already been assessed by doctors, social workers, psychologists, etc and they say she needs no meds. She just needs to learn to button her lip (as in buzzing the Asian RN in to her shared hospital room to tell him “you can’t feed us the stuff you eat in your country, we don’t eat like that here, look at that man over there holding his belly from it, he’s in terrible pain from it already). I just shrugged my shoulders behind her because the man in terrible pain had been like that for the three days prior to the meal as well. It’s just who she is. Racist, miserable and never happy in her own skin, telling cab drivers “you just came from a rock pile in Iran to try to get hold of all our money.” I’m seeing sides of her I never fully knew. Along with everyone else we encounter when I am out with her. It’s embarrassing but she’s nearly 90. No changing now.
Oh dear. Good luck with it all, Janice!
Thanks, Elyse, it’s just life and people, personalities. Some of the toughest are also the most interesting and need the most love. Usually that’s all they really want, I find.
The shortness of this poem magnifies its impact with strong ferocity – Marvelous!
Oh my Goodness! I am at once flattered and humbled by your praise. Thank you so kindly, see you soon
I’ve nominated you for a “Most Inspiring Blogger” award
Thank you for inspiring me with every single post 
Your kind flattery deserves a big smile. Sending you one now. Thank you for the honour
Duh…link to nomination…http://abbi1977.wordpress.com/2012/04/15/my-pc-is-finally-home/
Thanks again!
Whoa, babe!
As in stop pedaling or pedal faster? LOL LOL Glad you like, M. Just thinking aloud on the “evernet” again
–As Aways,
Powerful words, J. <3
So glad you like, Crazy Chickie, most happy to walk at your side xo