Posted on 02/24/2018 8:33:41 AM PST by sodpoodle
This is what all of us 70+ year-olds, and those yet-to-be have to look forward to!! This is something that happened at an assisted living center. The people who lived there have small apartments but they all eat at a central cafeteria.
One morning one of the residents didn't show up for breakfast so another guy's wife went upstairs and knocked on his door to see if everything was OK. She could hear him through the door and he said that he was running late and would be down shortly so she went back to the dining area.
An hour later he still hadn't arrived so she went back up towards his room and she found him on the stairs. He was coming down the stairs but was having a hard time. He had a death grip on the handrail and seemed to have trouble getting his legs to work right. She told him she was going to call an ambulance but he told her no, he wasn't in any pain and just wanted to have his breakfast. So, she helped him the rest of the way down the stairs and he had his breakfast.
When he tried to return to his room he was completely unable to get up even the first step so they called an ambulance for him. A couple hours later she called the hospital to see how he was doing. The receptionist there said he was fine, he just had both of his legs in one leg of his boxer shorts.
I am sending this to my children so that they don't sell the house before they know the facts.
When I was young, I had nightmares of going to school naked and doing exams that I never knew were scheduled. Now I have this to look forward to? Not an improvement at all!
In our dreams we see ourselves doing a good many things ‘naked. ;-)
In my dreams, see myself flying as well. Taking off by spinning, arms out, like a helicopter. Up, up and away....”
I have a good friend whose husband has Alzheimer’s. She found him trying to put the top to his sweatshirt on as his pants.
He should have gone commando.
“In my dreams, see myself flying as well. Taking off by spinning, arms out, like a helicopter. Up, up and away....”
In dreams I have been a phlier since childhood.
But I phlap my wings like a bird, not rotate them.
Just watch out for those dreams where you’re naked, in a public setting, and there is nothing from anyone else in the dream acknowledging your nakedness ...
Hope it’s not racist to say, but my moments of madness are usually associated with whiteness. I had a white Chrysler New Yorker on a family trip and went out to start it while the fam caught up and was struck by how clean it had gotten while we were at breakfast. My clue was the key didn’t fit that New Yorker but the white car three parking spaces down from me. I was young then, but prone to such madness.
This week before first light, I put my favorite white coffee mug under the Keurig and came back to find the pot had malfunctioned, overfilled the cup and was pouring pale coffee all over the counter. I grabbed another cup to take the overflow and shoved it under the spout as I went to unplug Keurig. And found instead that I had put my favorite white mug upside-down under the spout.
White privilege, my a$$.
Got you both beat. I glide and soar, climb and descend like a cape-less Superman. I love that dream. Wish I had it more often.
“But I phlap my wings like a bird, not rotate them.”
Oh, fly like that as well (arms outstretched; sans arm flapping), but must have a running start. However, usual flight is spinning. NOT a runner :-/ It’s difficult to take off standing still and not moving forward. Thus, the reason of the copter dream. :-)
worse yet, dream of moving into a nursing home where all the women are naked
Carl Yung, psychiatrist, proposed the theory of “collective subconscious”
Carl Yung, psychiatrist, proposed the theory of a collective subconscious
Could be if one is conscious. However, many among us in this world seem to be lacking in that regard.
Golden Years = Rust
Remember ageing isn’t for sissy’s only the strong.
Yeah, the only thing golden about them is our pee.....
It’s just the beer fear not it will pass.
When I was taking my organic chem final, I had to go outside the room and check the door number because I could not recognize any of the test questions. It really happened and I still have a nightmare about it (p.s. I did not go to medical school).
One morning I went to my Keurig, put in a pod, closed the lid, pushed the button and stood there watching the coffee drip out. I had the feeling that something was wrong but since I hadn’t had any coffee yet, couldn’t figure out what the problem was. Finally I realized that I had forgot to put my cup under the drip.
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