Once we become ill or have an accident we are in danger of no longer being the agent in our own life.
People assume that we’ve got dementia unless we can prove otherwise. My husband was badly injured in an accident which nearly knocked his eye out broke his nose and his cheekbones and caused his brain to bleed. Before going to the hospital the ambulance brought him to the house so that I could go with him. They were sorry that he got dementia but he had not got dementia
In the ambulance he was sitting looking in pain and very puzzled while a young woman and paramedic was screaming at the top of her voice.. Who is the prime minister?
I told this young woman to shut up
I explained to him calmly and quietly what happened and he was perfectly alright. Of course he was badly injured and he never recovered 100% but his mind was alright. 100, 96, 92, 88,84,80,76,72,68,64,60………
I am going shopping today, Mary informed Stan.I have decided to buy a corset.I am getting fat. I hope it’s not a whalebone corset, Stan teased her. gently Are they still allowed to use the bones of whales? she asked.One whale must have massive bones.Why not use dog’s bones? Well, Stan said, you may be plump but don’t torture yourself for beauty.I love you as you are, sweetheart. Mary got onto her bicycle and rode into town, passing some lovely magnolias and forsythia.She locked her bike to the church gate as sinners cannot be trusted especially just after Confession. Hello, I’m looking for a whalebone corset, she informed the lady in the lingerie department. What!We don’t have them anymore.They ran out of baleen which is horny material in a whale’s mouth. Was it their teeth , asked Mary tremulously. Eeh, I don’t know said the assistant. Anyway, now we have shapewear.It looks like underwear but it’s elasticated.So it keeps your curves in like those minimiser bras Mary burst out laughing as she imagined wearing an elasticated vest which would push all her fat up round her neck or down onto her bum .Or an elasticated pair of knickers which push the fat upwards. onto her waist.And furthermore, how easy would it be to get them down in the bathroom? Worse still, if Stan took her to a restaurant and she could not pull them down for a wee…should she take some scissors? Mary stopped laughing when she saw all the staff staring at her, Are you alright, madam? one asked rather ferociously. Yes, it’s my dwindling hormones.They make me laugh hysterically from time to time.It’s better than getting those hot flushes ,in my view. Why not have HRT? the lady replied. Excuse me, said Mary, but I do not wish to discuss my health matters in public but thank you for your concern.She was rather pleased with that having just read “A woman’s guide to compassionate self assertion.” Although she did wonder why it was addressed only to women.Emile agreed when she discussed over milk and cat niblets which Mary had to eat when she ran out of food. As Mary stood in the Shapewear department she remembered the time she tried on some denim jeggings as they seemed to be in fashion.They looked very nice but she had such a hard time getting them off she thought she would have to buy them and cut them off at home. So all of a sudden she picked up her Mondrian PVC shopping bag and her green handbag and ran out of the door into the button and wool department. My, you look hot, her friend Gail said.I am buying some merino wool for neckwarmers.Do you ever knit nowadays, Mary? Only with whales bones, she murmured.And it’s so hard to find them now. Well, whales must still have bones, dear, otherwise they would collapse. Surely you don’t expect me to catch my own whale.Mary cried in fear. And how about Jonah?Suppose I find a prophet inside the whale? That could be just who we need, Gail said.Someone who can tell us what God wants us to do. Would people listen, Mary asked Gail tremulously Only if he went on Twitter I suppose. Could Donald Crump be a prophet? Mary muttered No, he’s too big for a whale to swallow even if the common people swallow his nonsense.He sounds as if he’d like to treat women the way they do in some countries like Saudi Arabia.40 lashes for taking the morning after pill. It could be hard to have,”the night before” in a place like that. The two women gazed blankly in front of them trying to remember their youth and their long lost love affairs. Let’s go into the Cricketer’s Arms and have a drink Gail said. I’d rather have coffee,Mary replied.So off they went arm in arm humming “I believe in angels “very loudly to frighten off any evil spirits from the lingerie department.We know the Devil loves bras and suspender belts with lace trimmings as he is, in fact, the god Pan who was a goatherd with a horn on which he played his music to tempt the weak; some even say he was half goat half human but we never did that in the maths department. We only studied shapes and forms and symmetry.Well, I know it sounds suggestive but we only dealt with it in an abstracted manner.That’s why you see mathematicians with all sorts of undies hanging off them as it’s the geometry they need to learn and how better than on a field trip to a department store. Anthropologists go to Samoa and mathematicians go to Sex and Undie shops.They have no choice.They need to see those conical bras.Conic sections!Ellipses.You get my drift