Back in the days of middle and high school, a wonderful way to spend time not in class was to tell your teacher that you had a sore throat and go to the nurse's office. Upon arrival at Nurse Downey's office, you were triaged for either nausea (treatment: saltines), headache (treatment: tylenol), or sore throat for which the treatment was chloraseptic throat lozenges. You got to chose from green or red lozenges - I was partial to the green ones. I also enjoyed referring to them as lozengeRs, a habit which took me an embarassing number of years to correct. Memories of hanging out in the nurse's office and eating those pungent little medicinal candies were brought back to me today when I stepped in to the ENT's office. Either the office features chloraseptic air fresheners or the chloraseptic drug rep comes and sprays the throat spray stuff in the waiting room every morning because the aroma emanated throughout the office.
Conveniently enough, I was visiting the ENT because my throat is sore... again. This is my second throat infection since rotations began and this time I sound like a man! Dr. ENT seems to be in agreement with every other physician that has gazed into the depths of my throat in the past few years that my ginormous tonsils must go. We have a tentative date for later this month for the surgery. Dr. ENT recommends 7-10 days off for recovery, I'm aiming to be better in 4 - we'll see!!
After my appointment, I went to the nursing home for a marathon of geriatric fun. Today featured the usual assortment of maladies, but they were spiced up by some really fantastic geri-outfits. I'm not sure where these ladies shop, but I need to find out so that I can be in such fine style when I get old. One woman had a bright hot pink (ie highlighter bright) skirt and jacket with a scarf that was zebra striped with a red border tucked around her neck. On her head she wore a multicolored hat complete with bejeweled hat pins. When she removed her jacket for us to listen to her, she revealed a silky black tank skimpy enough rival some South Beach styles. Spectacular!!
Another trend that I have noticed is the elastic waisted pant. Now, I can appreciate the comfort of such a pant, but the day I look down and realize that I am tucking the bottom of my bra into my elastic waistband will be the day I just give up all hope. Maybe getting to the point where you quit worrying about such things is liberating, I sure hope so. In the meantime, I'm going to do some situps or something.
3 comments:
I'm sorry to hear about your throat infections Garton. But, in my opinion you have always sounded like a man. Hope you feel better soon.
These geri-outfits sound as mouth-watering as those worn by one Blanche Devereaux (http://blancheonline.net).
wait--if you make fun of them when they have no style and you make fun of them if they try to have style, then what are they supposed to do! if you can't wear what you want after years of wearing uncomfortable clothing, then what is there to look forward to, really?? Joe has an uncle who wears a sock wrapped around his head because he says it makes his head stop hurting. Joe is horrified by it, but I say to each his own! heh heh
Nate - Way to find a website devoted entirely to Blanche :) The little old ladies I work with are often very reminiscent of the Golden Girls. I guess with my mannish voice I qualify as Dorothy, huh?
h - That's really freaking funny. Seriously. I just hope he uses a clean sock ;)
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