I’d been there before. Several times. Still, when leaving, I headed in the wrong direction. I do stuff like that — very often.
Andrew and I were at a local hospital where I’d had an appointment with my hand surgeon. I wasn’t sure what the doctor would do about that troublesome hand, so I asked Andrew to come with me ‘just in case’.
As I was leading the poor guy astray, he gently reminded me we had to go in the opposite direction.
‘I told you I have no sense of direction,’ I laughed, ‘You can believe it.’
‘A sense of humor is much more important,’ Andrew responded. He is SO wonderfully clever.
I burst out laughing. I do that a lot. As for a sense of direction, forget it. Turn me around in my bedroom and I probably wouldn’t find my own bed.
Andrew is right. My crazy sense of humor is helpful. I had just had the doctor cracking up because I asked him to marry me. (He said he would except he loves his wife.)
Then he showed me videos of his new baby, born one day before my birthday, and his little girl. He has told me I can ALWAYS get in to see him, which is terrific for me with my arthritic hands.
I often get great service because of my nutty humor, bus drivers remember me and smile when I climb aboard and make sure I’m seated before they restart the bus. Busy professionals try to fit me in, and, admittedly, I sometimes take advantage of that.
This year, my wonderful, caring family doctor gave ME a Christmas present! I’ve made her laugh often, but she put up with me in tears when I was very dizzy. I adore her….
During the present crisis, I’ve agreed to not be stubborn and I’m staying in because everyone is reminding me how old I am. Old?
Well okay I AM old! And I tell my loved ones I intend to stick around until the last cheque/check bounces!