Forever Beloved

ps…what i won’t be doing this vaca is riding those willy nilly bikes on the boardwalk in the early morning.

they are super sketchy.

and i had a bad experience with those when i was little.

i may or may not have knocked down a little chinese man.

and peddled away quickly while he yelled at me in a different language.

no desire to go through that again.

nope.  none.

it’s the day before vaca.  i’ve spent my entire day packing, laundry, cleaning, packing, running to the bank, last minute items at the store and cleaning with a little bit of trying to get littles to help sprinkled in there. getting ready for vacation stresses me out ya’all.  i hate coming home to a dirty house, so i always stress myself out cleaning like a freak before we leave.   if there is one thing i could use right now, it’s a good laugh. so, let me take ya’all back a few years…

my grandma was a patient in the hospital and i was staying overnight with her. she had a nice little sweet-as-pie roommate who we will call “edna”.  edna was 91 years old and she was so sweet and soft-spoken.  on this evening edna started getting a “new” IV antibiotic which made her start acting a little wonky.  i should have thought something was up when edna asked me if the yellow things on the floor were off the trees but…I let it go.  {mistake #1}  i mean, if your 91 and you want to say a few CRAZY things I think you are entitled to. 

so grandma fell asleep around 10 and i was sitting in the chair by the bed reading a magazine.  edna woke up and started crying so i scurried over to help her.  she didn’t know where she was or why she was there, which broke my  heart.  she was so super scared and asked for a drink of water.  i walked around the bottom of the bed and poured her some water.  {mistake #2}  when I went to hand it to her she screamed “get out of my house” and punched me in the face.  seriously, is this even real life?

she chased me while yelling for the police, saying i was stealing her jewelry and money.  some where along the way she picked up her bed pan and hit me in the head with it.  repeatedly.  

now during the day edna couldn’t hardly walk and used a walker.  she didn’t need her walker then, geesh, she chased me like she was a 20 year old spring chicken.  

the nurses came and got Edna, she kept telling them about the woman in her house stealing her jewelry and money.  and i stood in the hall and cried my eyes out.  i’m sure the nurses laughed like crazy about that one.  eye roll.  me, not so much of laughing.  

and yes, sadly, that was the night a 91 year old woman kicked my butt.

out for now

~kisses