I recently committed to visiting my Aunt Betty Lou every other week in her nursing home. Wait, before you oooh and aaah over how sweet that is, I have an ulterior motive — I always come back with a great story for Crazie Town. This visit was no exception.
When I arrived I found her in the dining room – by herself – waiting for supper. It was 3:00 in the afternoon. I said hello.
“OH! I’m so glad to see you!” She smiled and clapped her hands together.
“Me too,” I said.
“Now, remind me who you are again?” Fortunately the smile remained on her face even after we cleared that up.
It was a beautiful day so I asked if she wanted to go for a walk.
Her eyes got wide and she said, “Are you crazy?”
Once I explained that I’d be doing the walking and that she’d be riding in her wheelchair, she decided it was a splendid idea. I pushed her through the nearest exit, which sounded the alarm.
She said “Keep moving!” So I did.
A few years ago, the nursing home installed a gazebo and “pond.” (Being a farm girl, I have to put that in quotes as a pond is something four times as large, but I digress.) We rolled out to the gazebo and I set the locks on her wheels.
We sat in silence for several minutes while I struggled to find something to talk about.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” I asked.
“The other day the tree trimmers came.” (I’ve learned over the years that although we’re having one conversation she reserves the right to switch it to a new subject at any time.)
“Tree trimmers, you say?” I asked politely.
“Yes, they worked all day, cutting down limbs.” She gazed around at the trees and smiled. “And then the next morning when I woke up, the nurses had covered me in tree limbs.”
“Uh huh…wait, what did you say?”
“Yep. Tree limbs. They thought it would be funny.”
A million thoughts zoomed through my head. “Would someone really think that would be funny? Did it actually happen or was she confused? If it was true, was my aunt some sort of favorite patient that they joked with?” But she was already on to the next conversation.
“One time at work a woman came in asked for her check.”
Aunt Betty Lou worked for about 100 years at the Topeka City Clerk’s office. I really had no idea what her job entailed so I answered, “That’s nice.”
She screwed up her face. “We don’t give people checks at the City Clerk’s office!”
“Oh. Well, I guess she was in the wrong place then.”
“I told her I didn’t have any check for her and she said I did. I told her I didn’t and she said if I didn’t give her the check she was going to cut out my gizzard. Right away my supervisor called the mayor’s office, who sent down his guard. And then guess what happened?”
“I don’t know, what?”
“Well, all I can say is – she doesn’t have her check, and…”Aunt Betty Lou leaned back in her wheelchair and patted her stomach. “…and I still have my gizzard.”
Now, I’m no doctor so when I got home I looked up to see where a person’s gizzard is exactly. Turns out, only birds have gizzards. Then again, maybe Aunt Betty Lou is part bird and she really did wake up in the tree limbs.
I don’t want to threaten you or anything, but if you don’t give me a subscribe or share, or a “LIKE” I might have to cut out your gizzard.
Oh yeah, thanks for visiting Crazie Town!
LOL! If you had a gizzard you’d have to eat rocks to digest your food!
Well, my brothers would say my food taste likes rocks…