So what’dya do then?
You’ve never owned a mirror – other than a cosmetic case or those above a bathroom sink.
Last fall when I was under the misperceptions that I had finally reached the last leg of my journey through Divorce Land, it occurred to me.
It occurred to me right there, inside Linens and Things. It occurred to me that I had never bought a full-length mirror before, so maybe now it was time to buy one?
Well, by the time I got it at an angle in the SMART – well, I had already accrued 7 years of Bad Luck, but I didn’t even know it, until I drove away, and something happened that drew my attention to it. When I realized what had happened, I returned to the store and told them what had happened, and I couldn’t afford 7 years of Bad Luck, especially at my age, and I needed to get away from that mirror right away. They gave me a credit right away. And, they commiserated with me briefly. OMG. Seven years of Bad Luck. Omg.
So it’s the end of the day now and although I haven’t moved much – although much more than I have in recent weeks – I have traveled thousands of miles in my head.
The End Of The Day
Never Gonna Grow Old – No matter what
Stages Of Life
BETTY CHRONICLES AGING
(NOTE: Total Photographs Refers to my library – not self-portraits. I’m not that vain.)
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELLBut it was a gas.
St. Alexius Brother’s In HOFFMAN ESTATES, Il
(Submitted to Yelp. Almost positive they’ll yank it.)
After coming from a State with a horribly disfigured Health System, when I walked through the revolving doors at Alexian Brothers, I thought I had walked through the doors of the Hilton. OR, The Waiting Room of Heaven. EVERYONE was SO nice. No one pushed you for money at the front door, like most hospitals do now. And the service is prompt and high caliber. Some Administrative Glitches where someone obviously didn’t proofread the Information section and the Address was rendered in Computer Jumbo. However. And this is an important however. The United States Post Office figured it out!
The diagnosis was accurate.
I showed almost all symptoms of Concussions.
(Curious whether Yelp will strike that last sentence.)
So there is not much to do other than rest for it to heal.
The discharge forms had the diagnosis, but nowhere where I could, at least, see, were there specific discharge instructions. They told me (verbally) to come back if I showed further symptoms.
As I sat around resting, other symptoms began to emerge, associated with Concussions. Mild ones, like Double-Vision (once) and Blurred Vision (several times).
But here’s the creepy thing about concussions …
While everything appears to be functioning, they are marching silently – or rapidly – toward catastrophic damage to the Brain and can be deadly without any warning. Or, you can endure long-term damage. Or, you can heal. One never knows how one’s body will react.
(As can see, a few glitches here. I lifted this draft from Yelp. Who knows what they embed behind the page?)
THE EMERGENCY ROOM WAITING AREA
As I said, I could literally feel the holy air wafting through the ER. The air was warm, but not too warm, and full. There were halos everywhere you looked. The staff were selected for their healing skills, putting people at ease, naturally.
So the first visit was comprehensive. But between the first visit and the second visit, I received a letter from the hospital’s attorney, threatening to sue if I didn’t pay The Bill.
I draw a blank whenever that phrases passes by. I see nothing there. It’s totally hollow.
How does one look for a job?
In case you haven’t noticed, you are surrounded by buildings. All of these buildings have jobs. Each one can be interesting.
But what do you do?
You say …
But there’s so much concrete everywhere.
I can’t do that.
For lots of ‘why’s.
are so much fun!
Yesterday was a monumental day for me. And so my friend, Jessica, and I celebrated in an appropriate fashion. I danced. I balanced on a precarious wall. I saw beautiful and convoluted versions of Nature. –