Sometimes you do have to tell the patient to shut up(well, nicely). He was just like a little kid, couldn't shut up. His daughter kept telling him, "Dad, she's a professional, let her do her work" -(nice to be appreciated).
Interesting fellow/married 68 yrs. they've been together 75 sincethey were 15. The teacher had to separate us at dances (imagine being able to remember that!). They still went dancing up until 2 yrs. ago and they have "words" sometimes. (well who wouldn't after 68 or 75 years?) my goodness.
When I asked him what he did, he told me of factory work, Rantheon (chemical co.) built houses, quohoaged (clamming- for you not from New England). "Whatever I had to do - six kids he shrugged towards his daughter.
As he got out of the chair, he mentioned to his daughter see i'm stiff, I have to get back to the gym.
He plays golf, is a wonderful cook, his daughter told me.
I directed him into the Dr's exam room telling him that the Dr. would be in shortly. He said, "You mean, you're not the Dr.?" How many times have I heard that?
His chart was full of faxes, so I told the Dr. that I had arranged the retinal ones from most recent in front in the back of the chart and the duplicates and other ophthalmologist reports were on the front. So he says to me," so what's the bottom line?" I really should have stayed in school.
8 years ago
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Cute story. I'd laugh, but that'll be me in a few years (if I live that long).
You meet a lot of interesting people and do them justice in your writing. i enjoyed this post for the quality of the character you present. thank you.
Thank you Edie, that meant alot to me; I guess i should've submitted this then. :D
I'm with Edie. That was a great little character study. (And yeah, you should have stayed in school. Me, too.)
This is really good, R. You draw him in words ....
Pf- yea us hippie dropouts had all the answers for the world, just the wrong ones for us. Thanks,
Mary- :D
I really enjoyed this. Nice portrait.
i like that vignette. obviously, you project a lot of confidence.
my parents were married just over 50 years. amazing. and they certainly had lots and lots of "words" ... but you couldn't separate them.
anita, thanks. sometimes i can pull the confidence thing off, that is when I'm not having poor self image or whatever it's called.
I don't mean to spam you, but you have to come and join my new bloggy book club. (If you don't do it, who will?)
I guess you meet a lot of characters, and some very special people too, like this guy.
still waiting for the story about the guy from the hardware store.
PF - Gonna have to think about that one. Busy with company.
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