2008 is going to be the year that turning 39 felt like turning 79 (only 8 more days until that is official, or 9 depending on how you count). Yesterday, I spent too long in the waiting room at my Rheumatologist's office. I hate going there because I am always the youngest one in a waiting room full of very old people who are all bent up and twisted and I fear becoming that way. And, being in a room full of old people always reminds me of that time Karen and I went to see Tea With Mussolini and someone's grandma sat on me because she didn't see me* in the chair. She also didn't hear me say, occupied! occupied! or feel me try to push her off of me. But, whatever.
While I was waiting for the doctor to see me and was looking at all the people I was afraid of becoming, some excitement happened! The husband half of the couple sitting across from me had a stroke! And his wife pretty much didn't do anything! I can kind of get where she was coming from because she probably wanted just a little time to herself and was annoyed when her husband wanted to tag along to her appointment. But, when the paramedics came and wheeled him away while he stared into space and drooled, I thought for sure she would go along with him or at least follow in her car (not that she should've been driving at all, she was pretty old), or show a tiny bit of concern. No, she went ahead with her appointment to get her arthritis checked. How sad. On the other hand, it is really hard to get an appointment with this particular doctor.
*I was going to post the journal page about that incident but I am too lazy. It was published in Somerset Studio Magazine years ago.
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