Saturday, February 19, 2011

105

I just admitted a wonderful, coherent woman with a low heart rate. This lovely little lady is 105 years old. One Hundred and Five!! She is totally with it. She was telling me stories about when she was in her thirties. That was in the 1940s. Amazing. I've never met anyone that old before. As a resident I met some Holocaust survivors, some of them might be getting up that high.

This woman told me about when she fell and broke her leg 3 years ago (when she was 102). She fell in the evening and couldn't move due to the pain. Oh, I forgot to mention - she lives alone and still cooks for herself. So, she grabs some nearby pillows and lays down for the night. The school bus driver goes by the next morning and notices that her shades are open, which was unusual for the patient. So, the bus driver calls the patient's daughter, who lives 9 houses down, and tells her to go check on her mom.

Do you remember a time when bus drivers know everyone on the block, when families all lived in the same town, when people looked after each other? Living in this small town reminds me of what I've seen on The Andy Griffith Show. It's quite amazing.

P.S. I ate the antibiotic-free, hormone-free chicken and it was quite good! My belly hurt a little bit later on, but I don't know if it was from the chicken. No one else got belly pain, so maybe my system was a little shocked by the real chicken. Overall, I give it an A+.

1 comment:

Meghan said...

I love this. After so many years in the city I find it easy to forget what small town life is like. Where are you living now? Still in CA? I so love reading about your adventures!