I spend so much time reading, editing, and (occasionally) writing fiction these days, I sometimes find myself narrating my movements around my house. Usually only in my head … usually. So I have to ask myself, why bother with ink? I do suppose it helps convey my narration to other people … but seriously, do you need to know I need to buy more toilet paper? My narration is incredibly interesting, as you can see.
Speaking of ink, I’ve recently discovered the joy of gel pens. Particularly Papermate InkJoy gel pens. They’re fantastic to write with. They make me want to write … well, pretty much anything. Shopping lists, permission slips to send my son off on field trips, notes about other people’s books … Hey! I should write a book of my own! Yeah, I should get on that.
I’m sitting here looking at my inky black cat. Why in heaven do we think of black when the word “inky” comes along? Ink comes in so many different colours now. We’re not living in an age where we have to use a feather to write with. And a pot of ink … can you imagine? Having to do that? Our computer screens would be a mess!!
Abuse of the elderly–seems like the definition of that would be easy. Don’t abuse them physically or verbally, don’t take advantage of them, and have patience for their failing memories. Simple, right? Apparently not.
Going back a few months, you might remember my mention of my mother not being well. She lives in a retirement home just up the street from where I live, apart from the six weeks she spent in the hospital from last June until August. She fell and broke her neck. I’m not exaggerating–she actually fractured the vertebrae at the top of her spine. It didn’t for a minute stop her from walking, but I was cautioned that if she turned her head a certain way, she might finish herself off. Since she couldn’t be trusted to keep her neck brace on, she was confined to a hospital bed.
Since then, she’s been told that when she goes out for a cigarette (because she can’t smoke inside, naturally), she has to take good care to keep her walker with her and watch where she’s going. Fast forward to last week.
She fell, yet again, this time breaking her ribs. Will she stop smoking and stay inside? Of course not. She’s been smoking since she was fourteen years old. Seventy-four years ago.
I started off by giving her cigarettes to the nursing staff, in hopes that she’d have someone to go out with. This, of course, was far beyond my better judgement to take them away altogether because of the risk of pneumonia with broken ribs. That worked for a while, until she started to complain to both myself and the staff that we were treating her like a twelve-year-old.
So, she got them back. And guess what? She’s fallen two more times, hitting her head both times.
So I’m stuck. She can’t remember from one minute to the next that going outside is a life-or-death situation. When I explain it to her, she says all right, she’ll wait for a nurse to go out with her. Less than two minutes later she’s asking why there are no cigarettes in her room. What do I do? What is the worse abuse? Denying her what is arguably the one pleasure she has in life to save her life, or letting her kill herself because she doesn’t remember?
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Thursday, November 23rd, 5:00pm 9:00pm
Maurice (and Stuart)
Maurice sits at the window. Stuart takes the seat beside him.
Maurice: Finally! What the hell happened to you?
Stuart: Oh man, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had. First, I missed the five o’clock bus, then I was running to catch a cab and I tripped and landed on top of this old woman walking her dog.
Maurice: My God! Is the woman okay?
Stuart: Yeah, but it was her dog leash I tripped over. Strangled the poor thing half to death. So then I felt so bad, I had to take her dog to the vet, and … it died.
Maurice: No way!
Stuart: Yep.
Maurice: So what did you do?
Stuart: The only thing I could do. I bought the old lady a new dog.
Maurice: She must have been pleased.
Stuart: Nope. Dog ran away. Turns out when I tripped over the leash, I tore it. Leash broke, dog ran away.
Maurice: Holy hell. So then what?
Stuart: We settled on a cat.
Maurice: Sounds like a solution.
Stuart stares at Maurice.
Maurice: No … What happened to the cat?
Stuart: Nothing. Turns out the old woman’s deathly allergic to them.
Maurice: She didn’t …
Stuart: Nooo. No, no, no. But she’s in the hospital.
Maurice: So, where are you off to now?
Stuart: Buy a litter box. Damned cat peed all over my rug.
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Harry: I can’t believe the bus was half an hour late.
Sylvester: I know.
Harry: So, you going out on the prowl tonight?
Sylvester: Thinking about it. Wanna come?
Harry: Nah, chicks aren’t my thing these days.
Sylvester:(regarding him closely) I thought you were over Ththally.
Harry:(wipes spit out of his eye) Sally and I weren’t really together in the first place. We met, she got weird in a restaurant, then you know, we just went our separate ways. What’s it to you anyway?
Sylvester: You don’t have to get all catty…
Harry: No, that’s your job.
They sit quietly, both thinking for a moment.
Sylvester: Do you ever wonder if you’re jutht in the wrong plathe thometimeth?