Linda G. Hill

Life in progress


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238. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

Thursday, April 26th, 5:00pm
Miriam and Ursula

 

Miriam: Oh! I got a new crossword puzzle book.

Ursula: Where did you find that? I thought we had them all for this month.

Miriam: I found this new store. They’ve got way more puzzle books than the place we usually go.

Ursula: Seriously? Where is it?

Miriam: You know the hardware store near the office?

Ursula stares blankly.

Miriam: Up the street from the Jesus place.

Ursula: The one next to the sex shop?

Miriam: Yeah! It’s between there and the tattoo parlour.

Ursula: Oh I think I know the one!

Miriam: Tomorrow, lunch time. We’ll go in there. The place is like puzzle heaven.

Ursula: Crossword crack.

Miriam: Exactly!

 

Next stop: Friday, April 27th, 6:00pm

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#JusJoJan 2018, the 9th – Coffee

It’s quite obvious I didn’t get enough today.

Not that I go there often anymoreaddi since I don’t get out much, but there was a boycott of sorts today of Tim Horton’s here in Canada. Something to do with the raise of minimum wage and them not wanting to pay for breaks or something. I don’t know. I love Tim’s, but I didn’t go there today. I wouldn’t have, anyway.

Honestly, I wish I could survive on coffee alone. But too much of it upsets my stomach, and I’m not sure it doesn’t mess with my sleep, too, if I drink it later in the evening.

However, if you’re buying, I take it with double cream, no sugar …

This post was brought to you by Just Jot it January, and in particular, prompted by the word, “coffee,” provided by Barbara! Thank you so much, Barbara! You can find her JusJoJan post by clicking right here. Please go and say hi! To participate in the prompt, please visit this post, where you’ll find the rules and you can leave your link in the comments.


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112. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

Note: Strong language

Thursday, December 21st, 3:00pm
Gina and Roxie

 

Gina: Did you get my text?

Roxie: (pulls one earphone out) What?

Gina: Did you get my text?

Roxie: (puts earphone in) No.

Gina: I’ll resend.

Roxie: (a moment later) Oh my God! Really?

Gina: Uh huh, and not just that. (texts Roxie)

Roxie: No way!

Gina: Way! And then, she said, “I don’t have to put up with this shit. LOL”

Roxie: (pulls earphone out) What?

Gina: Hang on, I’ll text it.

Roxie: (a moment later) I can’t believe she said that!

Gina: (nods) And she even LOL’ed!

Roxie: What?

Gina: Wait, she’s texting me now.

Roxie: (pulls earphone out) What did she say?

Gina: (pulls earphone out) What?

Roxie: What did she say?

Gina: Hang on, I’ll forward it.

Both put in earphones. Ad nauseum.

 

Next stop: Friday, December 22nd, 5:00pm

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101. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

Sunday, December 10th, 10:00am
Ralph (and Kyra)

 

Ralph sits at the window. Kyra takes the seat beside him.

Ralph: (after several stops) Have you ever had such a bumpy ride?

Kyra: (with arms crossed over her stomach) No. And I’m so hungover.

Ralph: Hungover, eh? (chuckles) Those days are long past for me. I do remember ’em though.

Kyra: Yeah, well, I’m never drinking again.

Ralph: ‘Til next week, I expect. (winks)

Kyra: Yeah, maybe.

Ralph: You should be careful about that. Pickled my liver, I did.

Kyra: Huh.

Ralph: Yep, ended up with a lump the size of Manhattan.

Kyra rocks, arms tight over her stomach.

Ralph: Now when I throw up, it comes up all bloody.

Kyra changes seats, retching.

 

Next stop: Monday, December 11th, 8:00pm

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Elder Abuse

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?

Abuse of the elderly. It feels inevitable.