It has been quite some time since I posted. I have been very busy with various aspects of quite a crammed packed life and also I have taken a long blog break, always intending to return.
Whilst driving a bus for Dial-a-Ride today I was telling some passengers about some of my ambulance experiences and this dear little story came to mind when one of my passengers mentioned a Nursing Home south of Bristol. It was the same Nursing Home where one of my former patients lived.
About 7 years ago I was scheduled to pick up a 99 year old lady called Doris from the Nursing Home and arrived to find a very friendly and quite active lady who greeted me with a huge smile. She asked me how old I thought she was and playing politics I said, "Oh, maybe early 80s!". A triumphant look dominated her face and she said, "I am 99 and I am going for my annual health check at the Royal United Hospital in Bath. Next time you come for me next year I shall be 100!"
I had to smile, bless her, and we walked to the ambulance and I helped her into it and we proceeded on our way, chatting and having quite a conversation.
I was passing through my home town and I slowed down and pointed to a cottage alongside a hill we were climbing. I said, "Doris, see that cottage, my Great Grandfather lived there!".
She said, "Fancy that! Is he still alive?"
I said, "Er, no Doris, if he was still alive he would be 169. He died in 1905."
She said, "Well I thought he might have lasted a bit longer than that!.
The dear lady, apart from that was as sharp as a razor.
I often think of former patients. I have met some interesting personalities.
I hope to resume posting soon, including a large project I am making. I am building a tree bench and I am looking forward to telling you all about it.