My reference to hospital stay (ruptured appendix when I was 71); a young (male) orderly showed up and asked if I was ready to go to surgery; I told him I wasn’t going and he informed me I might think that but he was taking me. That is when I found my sergeant’s voice and the nurses said they heard me all the way down at the nurses station when I yelled I WANT MY NURSE NOW! Three came running and I heard him being given a very loud lecture on checking wrist bands! Sometimes no one asks either. (No one ever asked if my appendix had been removed; the assumption was blockage because I was “old.”)
You’re welcome. I actually laughed this morning when I heard a news anchor say “the season has finally arrived!” (I guess he doesn’t watch the news, only reports it.) It is sort of like Medicare option period that used to last from October 15th thru December 7th … it’s also year round now. Stores here have been having “black Friday” sales since Labor Day. OY!
Just the times we live in, Marsha – an observation. I don’t want to go back to 1950 when women were still considered property, but I miss the distinct holidays – Halloween was fun for children and there was anticipation of reaching the date. Thanksgiving was a time for family, thanks for blessings and great food. About two weeks before December 25th, decorations, lights, etc. went up and even we could enjoy the pretty lights! I guess I should be grateful our holidays haven’t been commercialized!
Make me another ditto, Sergio.