Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
Heal quickly, Book.
Thank goodness you're ok
I've had my share of accidents due mostly to my own clumsiness. I remember one time Hubs and I realized that when we were wearing thick socks we could slide across the kitchen floor. So this became a thing. Then one day I said to Hubs, give me a little shove this time. So he shoved and I went careening across the floor and fell quite hard, actually knocked the wind out of me. Hubs was mortified, I just sat there and laughed really hard at how stupid we must have looked.
Take good care of yourself!
I believe I'm going to have scars on those abrasions. I tend to scar easily in the area above the lips. I already have a long scar that crosses a bit over my upper left lip.... I switched from using antibiotic cream to now Petroleum jelly. Hopefully it will help it to heal and not scar too badly.
On another note, I went to the grocery store today. I now have lots of gray hair that washes out my pale face. It makes me look so much older and plainer. I actually wear bright costume jewelry necklace pendants to draw people's eyes away from my bland face to the pop of color. Of course, I could try to learn to wear make-up. Nah!!!
Anyway, at the cash register, the male cashier asked if I was 55... 'Huh?'... Are you 55?... 'Huh?'... This was done 5 times before he finally asked, "Are you age 55 so that you can get the senior discount." Ohhhhh... I replied back excitedly, "No! I can't wait until I reach 55 though! Then I get discounts at the movie theater, Ross, stores..." He laughed. (The last time this happened, I reacted seriously and the cashier was quite embarrassed for mistaking me to be age 55.)
I am over 65 +
Huh, Gershun do you roll though the grocery store parking lot on the back of the cart too like a scooter?
Then once I stuck a sock into a male mannequin's underwear, then we hid around the corner and laughed at people's faces when they saw it. I guess you can picture what it looked like. An excited male mannequin shall we say.
Yes, I am quite immature..............yep, yep yep.
That is because my tongue was in my cheek, and I was laughing, ouch. But thanks anyway.
Has anyone, really now, actually e n j o y e d receiving ALL the mail from AARP?
Or how about AAA (auto club, not AA.) OR, how about publisher's Clearinghouse?
OR, Neptune Society, really folks.
Many years ago, when I turned 55 (actually AARP hits you up for membership at age 50),
I disenrolled from AARP, unsubscribed from AAA, and now, not even a peep out of
Publisher's Clearinghouse because they cannot find me. It helps to never buy from catalogs like Carol Wrights gifts, etc.
Either I will finally be understood when I am joking around on the brat thread, or NO ONE will ever take me serious on the other threads.
Uh oh. Maybe they all think I am too too old now for a life insurance offer in the mail?
Husband and I slept in a twin bed for five years when we first got married (we were much thinner then). One day we were wrestling around on top of it and both fell off and broke his glasses.... toned us down a bit.
No security camera footage of those mannequins ?🙈
Anyway, my balance is getting worse. Today, leaving work and quickly walking down the stairs (3 flights with terrible ventilation), I suddenly felt my body falling to the left and the stairwall tilting, I quickly grabbed the railing to stop my fall... When I got home, I asked nephew if he can build a railing on our front porch stairs because of my vertigo. I already fell. And showed him my lower face, scraped knee. I went in to get my purse to go buy window screens with him. (He's going to replace all the 25-year old screens of the house.) As I was walking up the stairs, I reached the top (3 steps only). And my body started to sway. Teacher niece was walking to me. Her eyes widened as I stood there swaying. Once I was steady, I rushed down the stairs and told her that we're going to put a railing (somehow) so that I won't fall again.
Home Depot doesn't have any ready-made and just put together railings. So, nephew said he will try to use plumber pipes (PVC?) and just attach it together. I told him that it's okay to just put it one side of the stairs. I will just make sure to walk up/down near his PVC railing.
My sig other would go to McDonald's to get "senior coffee" because it was free. Then he would stuff his pockets with creamers. Then he would drive off in his 22 year old Jeep where the paint is peeling off on the roof, and he looked like he dressed from the hamper. Surely the counter people must think he is all alone with only a few pennies. I've tried to tell him to stop with taking so much cream. He can afford cream. Heck, he can afford the cow :P
I aged so much even I don't recognize myself anymore.
Now no one challenges me to see if I can use a senior discount :P
I like it though when a man offers to open the door b/c I then immediately hold open the next door for him. I began doing that when I worked on the women's lib campaigns back in the 70's. Men deserve to be pampered with doors held open just as women do.
I stuck it in the gum by the check out when she wasn't looking.
my moms funny she just desperate to spend some money. (she oughta see her AL bill)
but when we return to assisted living. she always says DID I BUY ANYTHING?
GardenA - I do that, too! With opening the door. A few men have refused to go through the 2nd door first. They insist on holding the door for me to enter first. Then when I try to give them the line in front of me, one person accepted. The others still refused. Insisted I get in line in front of them. =)
I totally understand what you mean. When I first beame major caregiver to my honey I looked more than 10 years younger than I was. In the last 13 years have aged alot and I noticed looking in the mirror that in the last 9 months I have aged even faster. Where my skin was relatively smooth I now have deep wrinkles and big dark circles under my eyes. My hair which about a year ago was 50/50 silver is now about 80/20. I cut my hair short a number of years ago (after having waist long hair) and love it, but am considering growing it out again.
Bookluvr...I realize I am almost 67, but when I look in the mirror I no longer see a vibrant woman. Just someone who is tired. And what I am going to say stands to the fact that I am better at giving advice than taking it. I have always heard that we are way harder on ourselves than others are and we see ourselves differently so don't be too hard on yourself. I made the decision not to recolor my hair quite awhile back though a recruiter told me I needed to cover my silver (and I didn't have as much as I have now). I love the silver in my hair. I no longer take offense either when younsters want to help. In fact guess I am kind of spoiled but I welcome it as it sure saves on my back. Hold your head up proudly and say thanks...you are not getting old...just aging gracefully. (or this is the way I look at it)
GardenArtist, I have a tendency to do the same thing. Mine is from when I used to work security and security patrol. I used to have to chuckle as at the time I weighed 98lbs, stood 4'10 3/4" and had to escort men that were over 6' tall to their vehicles. Had a couple tell me they didn't live that down with their friends and co-workers. I still to this day hold open doors for people.
For the record, my honey hates the silver in my hair but I tell him there are a lot of women that go out and pay big bucks to get the look I naturally have. Ha, ha, ha
{chuckling}